I’m back from a blessed week away in Palm Springs where we saw lots of sun, tennis, and friends and family. The Men’s Final was especially nice for me, as to hear a crowd of thousands shouting “Go, Roger!” is indeed a tonic.
My reading shuttled between two books. I’m almost done with and completely loving Hidden Figures. The movie was awfully good, not just for the superb performances and the entertaining if hokey storytelling, but for the way it conveyed just why and how much these women loved math. Much more of this is in the book, and while I can’t claim I understand much of it, I can see what’s to love. I asked my math-teacher friend Lori if indeed everything in the universe comes down to numbers and she said yeah, pretty much.
The other book was m.M. M. Kaye’s The Far Pavilions, which had been a huge bestseller in the late 1970s (did anyone see the miniseries?). I had always been curious about it but thought it would be a slog and too much a romance novel for me. It is sometimes a slog–Kaye has a maddening way of giving us the same information three times over, and each time as if it is for the first. But the first third or so is strictly boy’s adventure stuff, perfect for me. When romance does blossom, it’s interestingly from his point of view, and, for the deflowering (in a cave during a sandstorm OF COURSE) she removes her own bodice.
Back to work. I’ve got a video edition of Talks With Roger with Peter Reynolds coming out next week so we’re busy editing away. AND there’s a May/June editorial that won’t write itself.