This might be my favorite Christmas song. It's officially my favorite Christmas song that I first heard without registering it as such. I owned a CD of the Pogues If I Should Fall From Grace With God -- and it's really annoying me right now that I can no longer recall the provenance of my Pogues awareness -- long before I heard it on the radio while shopping in the pound store at The Pavilions, Uxbridge, UK in December of '07.
I was just thinking U.S. radio stations and holiday playlists would throw it into rotation, I might cut them a little slack for starting the Christmas music in October. As if... I'm pretty sure you can't say "faggot" on air in the U.S. Even if it doesn't mean what you think it means. (Case in point: I once saw frozen faggots on sale in Iceland. Completely true statement, that. Only makes sense in the U.K.)
In any case, the other day I decided to look up the guitar chords and work on learning them on the piano (actually, Blake's Casiotone MT-100). I didn't realize this video existed until today, but it makes me want to aspire to learning it on my penny whistle as well. (Won't the neighbors love that!)
For the record, I have started reading Anna Karenina at least 3 times. Because I'm a Russian nerd. Because it's one of those books I SHOULD read.(Note to self: finish Best Short Stories of Dostoyevsky.) Because we have an antiquated copy of it laying about the house. But as I explained to someone, "I always get to the part where Levin is going on about the serfs and Kitty is like, right there, and I get annoyed and lose interest."*
But this time was different. Maybe because I figured, hell, if I can finish Moby Dick, I can certainly finish Anna Karenina. Maybe because I'd since watched that amazing Tolstoy biographical movie with Christopher "Captain Von Trapp please be my boyfriend" Plummer. Maybe because I'm older and have lived a little more and the whole thing was way more meaningful.
Mostly it's because most recent film adaptation, directed by Joe Wright (Atonement, the abridged film adaption of Pride and Prejudice that I don't hate as much as I should) and staring Keira Knightey (who I'm also supposed to hate but don't) opens today in select theaters. (Which means it should be in this zip code when? Oh that's right, never.)
I haven't read any reviews. Mostly because I'm all but contractually obligated to see it, and I'd rather not know beforehand if it sucks. (And even if it does suck, it will at least be beautifully cinematographed/art directed/costumed and can in no way be as painful as the time I was forced to sit through Beverly Hills Chihuahua.)
But this blog post is supposed to be about the novel. So getting back to that... We have an edition that I'm thinking originated with my grandmother. Hardcover. Joseph Ruzicka Bookbinders Baltimore, M.D./Greensboro, N.C./Washington D.C. New York Charles Scribner's Sons 1922. Copyright 1899 By Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. Retired at some point from Martin Memorial Library, York, Pennsylvania. In other words, an edition that I'm not going to find on Goodreads.
And since my Goodreads is linked to my Facebook account, and I'm just pretentious enough to want all of my friends and "friends" to know that I'm reading Anna Karenina (and not Fifty Shades of Grey), this necessitated choosing an edition to use in its stead, one that closely mimicked it in page numbers so as to make my reading progress more accurate.
Movie Tie-In, Paperback, 976 pages Penguin Classics Paperback, 838 pages Modern Library Paperback, 938 pages
Hmmm... my hardcover edition has 657 pages.
To make a long story short, turns out I have a hard copy of Anna Karenina through the middle of part 5, and I finished THAT book this morning, just like I said I would. It has no credited translator, making it very likely that when I read the second half (downloaded as an ebook on my phone?) it will be a different translation.
But I will persevere. Kitty has a baby bump. To be continued.
At left: Levin and Kitty from a drawing by E. Boyd Smith. At right: This is what happens to Cello tape after 50+years.
* For what it's worth, Anna Karenina takes place post-emancipation, so Levin (read: Tolstoy) is, in actuality, going on and on about the muzhik. Just so you know...
Valentine's Day, afternoon. Me sitting in the drive through at the bank-that's-really-a-credit-union, wavering on a decision I'd already made when I hear this on the radio:
I want you to move to California for yourself, I want you to find whatever your heart needs, I want you to move to California for yourself, but not for me.
Holy....shit, thank you universe.
The song is called "California," by a band called Delta Spirit. Full lyrics to the song (Truth be told I cried a little when I listened to it a second time) can be found here. Their album comes out on March 13, but in the meantime, you can download an mp3 of the song from their website in exchange for your email address.
Hey Emily, remember when Mom and I got you that awesome Fossil elephant clutch that you really really wanted? Well, in case you were in the market to return the favor, I present to you the Fossil® Maddox Icon Tab Clutch in Camel, available at the Bon Ton (which is both where I took this picture and where I bought the aforementioned awesome elephant clutch.)
Not dead! Just really busy with work and classes. One of my current song obsessions is "Fire in Your New Shoes" by Kaskade featuring Dragonette's Martina Sorbara. My favorite line:
"...and the leg bone's connected to the one in the thigh." I like bones, duh.
