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Everything is Copy

If you’ve been following Book Barmy, you know of my admiration for Nora Ephron. I professed my devotion to her in this POST.

Last night I watched a wonderful award winning documentary about her life called Everything is Copy – trailer HERE.

This quiet but powerful film, had me glued to the screen, an extended visit with this beloved author, journalist, and screenwriter. The film was written, directed and is narrated by her son Jacob Bernstein (her son from her marriage to the infamous Carl Bernstein).

Everything is Copy celebrates her writings, films, family, marriages and her many many friends. Nora is portrayed as smart, funny, urbane and sometimes insensitive and controlling (“she always had a razor in her back pocket”).

Her ex-husband (Carl Bernstein) speaks of her with guarded warmth and sisters Delia and Amy (also authors) speak of Nora with cautionary admiration.

It seems her friends and colleagues were her true family — her true admirers. Nora was everyone’s favorite party host and dinner guest (I knew it!)— she purposely surrounded herself with smart, influential literary and Hollywood notables.

There are cameo appearances by literary icons such as Gay Talese, Victor Navasky, Liz Smith and Marie Brenner (Marie is deliciously filmed in front of her personal library). Nora was schoolmates with Barry Diller and close friends with Mike Nichols and Bob Gottlieb.

Nora’s essays are read by a range of celebrities including Meryl Streep, Resse Witherspoon and a odd looking Meg Ryan (she’s had work done – badly, in my opinion.)

There are snippets of Nora’s interviews from an early talk with Dick Cavett to a more recent interview with Charlie Rose. Old color film of New York City brings to life her early, exciting days at The Post.

Her illness and death are given much import to this documentary. The fact that Nora had openly shared her life (and sometimes others’ lives) but kept her illness a secret for years, was a shock to her circle of close friends and colleagues. They express their bewilderment, and sometimes anger, that Nora kept this information from them. But in the end, the film draws the conclusion that her illness was her personal business and her choice to keep it a secret, was perhaps because it was the one thing she couldn’t control.

The film ends with a reading of her essay Things I Will Miss , written in her final years. Have some tissues handy.

If you have HBO or Netflicks and, like me, you are a fan of Nora Ephron, put Everything is Copy on your must watch list.

Posted by BookBarmy on Jun 3, 2016 in Book Reviews, Memoir, Musings

One for the book

My books lie unopened, my PBS shows are filling the DVR and the magazines are unread on the table…what’s going on at Book Barmy you may ask?

It’s because of this guy.

Yes, believe it or not I’ve been watching basketball – mesmerized by our Golden State Warriors and especially Stephen Curry.

Normally, I ignore the sports Husband watches — often, it seems, for hours at end.

I’ve tried to take an interest because he does, but I don’t really understand football, baseball seems slow and I can only watch little bits of tennis before I am gravitating for something to read.

But close my book and grab me a beer, I’m glued to the set, mouth open and holding my breath watching these awe-inspiring games. For those of you outside of the Bay area you may need to get caught up.

Here’s a video of the best of Stephen Curry – just watch his moves and you’ll understand why he’s one for the book — and why I’m, at least for now, a sports fan.

Video HERE

N.B. Full disclosure, while I may have become a temporary sports fan, I still haven’t developed a taste of beer.

Posted by BookBarmy on May 13, 2016 in Musings

Michael Dirda ~ Part Deux

Michael Dirda

I received an email from one of my ~~legion of~~ loyal few Book Barmy readers regarding this post on the book of essays entitled Browsings by Michael Dirda. This reader wondered why, as a declared Anglophile, I had failed to mention his essay called Anglophilia or perhaps I had skipped it?

Well, this sent me scurrying back to the book because I frankly didn’t remember said essay. After reading it I realized that I must have skipped this one — you see, I did not adhere to Mr. Dirda’s introductory rule of reading his essays in order.

I hung my head in shame, and as penance, last night I again browsed through Browsings (sorry for that phrase, but you knew it was coming, didn’t you?). I ended up re-reading several of my favorites and finding a passage or two I had fogotten.

The neglected essay Anglophilia was written during Queen Elizabeth’s 60-year jubilee and should be read in its entirety, as it is chocked full of British greatness. Mr. Dirda admits his secret fantasy of being picked for a knighthood or an OBE. He feels he may have earned such an honor given his lifetime of dreaming of Harrods Christmas hampers, box seats at the Grand National and pub lunches of shepherds pie.

In real life, his Anglophilia is limited to a Harris Tweed sport coat, a few Turnbull & Asser shirts (picked up at a local thrift shop) and watching Miss Marple mysteries on television.

(I watch them) less to guess the identity of the murderer than to look at the wonderful clothes and the idyllic Costwoldian village of St. Mary Mead. My wife tells me I should check out Downton Abbey, but I gather that series might be almost too intense for my temperate nature.

Of course, most of Mr. Dirda’s Anglophilia is bookish, and he imagines his very own country house library – (my imagined room is quite the same):

…lined on three walls with mahogany bookshelves, their serried splendor interrupted only by enough space to display, above the fireplace, a pair of crossed swords or sculling oars and perhaps a portrait of some great English worthy. The fourth wall would, of course, open on to my gardens, designed and kept up by Christopher Lloyd, with the help of Robin Lane Fox…There would definitely be a worn leather Chesterfield sofa, its back covered with a quilt (perhaps a tartan? decisions, decisions) and its corners cushioned with a half-dozen pillows embroidered with scenes from Greek mythology. Here, I would recline and read my books.

I found a few other passages I must read out loud to you…okay you can read them yourselves.

He ruefully muses about his book buying expenditures:

It’s true that even $5 book purchases do add up. Yet, what after all is money? It’s just this abstraction, a number, a piece of green paper. But a book — a printed volume, not some pixel on a screen — is real. You can hold it in your hand. Feel its heft. Admire the cover. Realize that you now own a work of art that is 50 or 75 or even 100 years old. My Beloved Spouse constantly berates me for failing to stew sufficiently about money. For 30 years I diligently set aside every extra penny to cover the college educations of my three sons. I paid off my home mortgage long ago. I even have some kind of mutual fund. Nonetheless, it’s hard for me to feign even minimal interest in investing or studying the stock market. What a weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable – okay, make that profitable — way of life it is to think constantly about the bottom line. Keogh plans, Roths, Schedule C, differed income, capital gains, and rows and rows of little numbers…The heart sinks.

And finally, I’ll leave you with more about his plan to travel around the US visiting second-hand bookstores.

(In addition to stopping at bookstores) …I’d naturally take the time to genuflect at the final resting places of writers I admire. Come lunchtime I would obviously eat in diners and always order pie for dessert, sometimes à la mode. During the evenings sipping a local beer in some one-night cheap motel, I would examine the purchases of the day and fall asleep reading shabby, half-forgotten novels.

Thinking I would not need or want to re-read this book, it almost went into the library donation bag. See what I almost missed? I stand vindicated in my board ~~hoarding~~ collecting. I’m giving Browsings its permanent and rightful place on my bookshelves.

Posted by BookBarmy on May 12, 2016 in Book Reviews, Humor, Memoir, Musings

The Dipper Defense

You may have noticed my absence here on Book Barmy. I apologize for neglecting you, but I’m going to plead the “dipper” defense.

This is a Dipper and he hops along a stream dipping in and out of the water, taking little samples of surface bugs and flies. Never lingering in one place, he has to try every nook and cranny of the stream bed. I’ve been doing the same thing with books. Dipping in and out of a pile of books that landed in my reading nook. I’m changing books like a teenage girl changes outfits.

I open one book, read a chapter, then pick up another to taste that one — then skim the back cover of another and before you know it, I’m into that one. Must Focus …

Luckily my dippyness (yup, I just made that up) has recently subsided and I’m almost finished a couple of these, so proper book reviews will resume shortly.

In the meantime, is anyone else really sad to see this series end?

The Good Wife-superb writing and a gasp-inducing storyline involving lawyers, politics and sex – some of the best television ever.

I’m especially going to miss this guy — sighhhhhh.

Posted by BookBarmy on May 6, 2016 in Book Reviews, Musings

A most delightful day

So yesterday was my birthday and while I’ve reached an age that still ~~shocks~~ surprises me, I actually feel only 35 years old. That is, except after a workout or a long hike, then my knees remind me of my legitimate age.

Husband gave me my annual birthday trip/gift to the San Francisco Flower Mart… a most heavenly treat.