I thought I had read Thomas Wolfe, but it turns out I haven’t.
That didn’t stop me from going to see the movie Genius, which details the publication of Wolfe’s first two novels, and his relationship with his editor Max Perkins.
Jude Law’s Wolfe is a loud, melodramatic Southerner, self-involved yet low in self-esteem. Colin Firth as Perkins is his solid, steady opposite, the voice of reason who, despite his better judgment, is drawn to Wolfe’s charm and bravado.
I expected the movie to focus on their editorial process, and it does. But instead of passing any judgments on Wolfe as a writer, it celebrates their relationship – – more like a father and son than editor and writer.
Both of their families suffered at times from their single-mindedness, but no one more than Wolfe himself.
I now have Wolfe’s first book Look Homeward, Angel on hold at the library. I suppose I was charmed as well.
Even after living in New York City almost 10 years now, I am still guilty of making eye contact with strangers and smiling at people on the subway, which is especially confusing to the natives.
Perhaps I should get this put on a tee or sweatshirt as some small means of explanation?
Then again, I might just get beat up.
I have great friends.
This I have always known.
But the past couple of months, they have been seriously showing off. We’re talking epic love and support.
You know who you are. You know what you’ve done and continue to do every day. So I just want you to know how much I appreciate every little thing.
Way back in December I was celebrating the return to television of the dramady Ed.
I had fond memories of the Gilmore Girls-esque show, but the real thing is so much better than I remembered.
I smile the entire time I watch it, which I really appreciate right now.
Thanks Tom Cavanagh and Julie Bowen. And Michael Ian Black. And Justin Long.