Fall, ah, Fall :-)

Fall is my,

favourite season,

and,

since,

I’ve been granted another,

three weeks,

to live,

the life of the idle,

if not of,

the idle rich,

I’m sucking every bit,

of the,

clear blue light,

crisping air,

and,

changing leaves,

out of the marrow of life,

that is,

Fall

🙂

Excuse my rotten,

metaphors,

similes,

and,

grandiose paraphrasing,

Fall makes me giddy,

with joy,

with life,

with possibility,

I know people,

feel that way about,

Spring.

I like Spring,

but,

here in,

the,

La Belle Province,

portion,

of the,

Great White North,

Fall is most beautiful,

most colourful,

most invigorating.

🙂

I’ve been cat visiting,

this week,

while the ex,

was away,

and,

it gave me some,

quiet time,

and,

a different,

walking route.

I watched a movie a day,

keeping the little guy

company,

some of which were,

very enjoyable,

and,

at least two,

that I found,

really,

wonderful.

Anyone see,

Salmon Fishing In The Yemen?

If you haven’t ,

do yourself a favour,

and,

do.

It is smart and beautiful,

the landscapes,

the people,

eye candy,

for whatever floats your boat,

nothing action oriented,

about this movie,

no silicone stars,

beautiful people,

a good movie,

for adults,

who think,

who read,

who worry about,

the state of the world,

their lives,

their relationships,

their careers ,

but,

who remain,

hopeful,

who still believe.

I’ve re-read,

Cakes and Ale,

Maugham,

always brings me back,

to reading,

and,

at the ‘suggestion’

of Fran Lebowitz,

whose tastes,

I usually share,

I have picked up,

a John O’Hara,

novel,

at the library,

An Appointment In Samarra,

Fran says,

“O’Hara is the real Fitzgerald”

I must say,

it starts well,

good, strong,

keep you reading,

prose.

I’ll let you know.

In the meantime,

have fun,

go out there,

get some air,

ruddy cheeks,

the whole bit.

Later  girls,

BB

The Great Mr Maugham

We are having,

record breaking heat,

here in Montreal,

and,

not just one day,

either,

since last Friday,

it has been warmer,

then my ole bod,

can recollect,

and this week,

starting last Sunday,

well it,

has been hot.

Yesterday,

was twenty-six degrees,

that’s twenty degrees over normal!!

No global warming ,eh?

No climate change?

Well,

I tell you girls,

from where I sit,

I feel the globe warming.

My beloved Habs,

are melting,

they lost again,

they won’t make,

the play offs,

we’ve known this,

for a while,

and,

I know I should just,

hope they finish last,

and,

get a top draft choice,

but,

I don’t like the idea,

of them finishing last,

a pride thing.

I know it’s silly,

not like,

I’m out there,

chasing the puck,

if I was, rest assured, we would finish last!!! BB is no athlete much less a jock, we all have our strenghts right? 🙂

Last night,

I went to a showing of,

at the Grande Bibliotheque.

We have this amazing,

film festival,

every March,

Le Festival International Des Films Sur L’Art ( FIFA).

Every year,

I tell myself,

I’ve got to get,

my ole butt,

in gear,

and go check out,

some of these movies,

but,

March is tough,

cold, rainy,

and,

let’s be honest,

sort of,

miserable.

Well,

I sure don’t have that excuse,

this year,

do I?

So,

off I went,

on a Wednesday night,

in balmy weather,

to watch a movie,

that promised to reveal,

much,

about one of my favourite writers,

W. Somerset Maugham.

Anyone who has been,

reading my blog,

for more than a few months,

knows,

BB loves Maugham,

he speaks to me.

He never seems to tell the same story,

he describes,

yearning, longing, passion,

and occasionally,

obsession,

like no-one else.

His prose is perfect,

not too flowery,

not too sparse.

He observes people as they are,

he is neither,

overly generous,

nor overly critical,

his,

is a balanced viewpoint,

not easily acheived.

Maugham wasn’t perfect,

he was interested in,

fame and fortune,

and,

early in his career,

he set out to do,

just that,

but,

he worked,

he wrote everyday,

and,

he could have,

basked in his popularity,

he was one,

of the most popular writers,

of his day,

both critically,

and,

especially commercially.

He is the most adapted,

of twentieth century writers.

Maugham was good,

and,

knew how to market himself.

This movie,

reveals,

a fews things,

I didn’t know,

about Maugham.

I knew he was a homosexual,

who lived for many years,

with his lover,

in the south of France.

I also knew,

he was in fact,

bisexual,

and had a miserable marriage,

which produced,

a daughter.

What I didn’t know,

is that,

at the end of his,

long life,

he was manipulated,

by an unscrupulous man,

Alan Searle,

who got,

a senile old man,

who could still write,

to write a poisoned pen,

account of his marriage.

It ruined his reputation,

it blackballed him,

it resulted in estrangement,

and disinheritance,

of his family.

He died a rich and sad old man,

no friends,

and his reputation,

in tatters.

…and yet,

today,

all of his books,

are still in print,

and read all over the world,

his name is Googled more,

than a majority of contemporary writers,

and,

his short stories and novels,

he was a master of both, very rare indeed,

have universal appeal,

his work,

survives his disgrace.

This is my 400 th post,

a milestone:-)

Girls do me a favour,

read some Maugham,

Cakes and Ale or The Painted Veil,

or some of his short stories,

well worth your time.

Well,

thanks for reading.

Later girls,

BB