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Classic Cinema Review: 'India Song'
India Song is the story of Anne-Marie's boredom. To quell that boredom, Anne-Marie (Delphine Seyrig)—the wife of the French ambassador to India living in a colonial villa in Kolkata—embarks on a series of affairs with other consular expats. It's not the worst way to scratch ennui's itch, although the actual narrative of India Song is probably the least interesting thing about this film. India Song's storyline is so bitty that I couldn't tell you who is who between her husband, lovers, and the one she refuses to sleep with—not only does that not matter, in some ways it's purposeful. The function of story in India Song is to act as a flimsy structure for everything in the film to hang off, weave around, and subsume.
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in Geeks
A Black Summertime
"To some not insignificant extent, who you are comes down to where you stand in relation to catastrophe. Perhaps it is that they have not been touched yet. Not yet been burnt." Danielle Celermajer ‘Summertime: Reflections on a Vanishing Future’
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of Outside
Warm rain fell softly through the gently swaying trees, whilst outside the sun screamed and the earth raged. Sometimes it was still out there, and you could make out whispers of a dusky, congealed wasteland, but not today. A constant force of dirt slammed against the glass adding more streaks to the clumps and cakes of angry dried mud. If Kala pressed her ear against the pane she could hear the whistle and clamour of the never-ending winds, and although she couldn’t feel it—had never felt it—she was sure the wind would cut right through her, either so cold it burned or so hot it would numb her flesh. She’d never smelt out there, but she knew it would be pungent enough to make her gag. She could imagine the acrid tang of destroyed air that leaves a metallic hollowness in the mouth, eventually corroding her guts, her sinew, her heart.
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in Fiction
I try not to believe in omens
I try not to believe in omens (preferring instead to make sense of things from imagined signs). One month before my 30th birthday I found a cupboard behind a mirror in the apartment I have been living in for 16 months (A good sign: 16 is my lucky number)
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in Poets
How to Make a Myth: Captain Kirk Didn’t Invent the Mobile Phone, but Dick Tracy Did
‘Martin Cooper can recall the moment when he was at a break in his lab watching the episode of Star Trek when Kirk used his Communicator to call for help for an injured Spock, which later inspired him to invent the mobile phone.’ Forbes
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in FYI
'Boys & Sex' Review — Essential Reading for Everybody
I hadn’t expected to buy this book, but its predecessor Girls & Sex (2016) was just so interesting I couldn’t not. As a read, Boys & Sex doesn’t disappoint, and as far as cultural anthropology can be, it’s a real page-turner. Just like Girls & Sex, Orenstein interviews and researches high school and college-age Americans, but this time, men and trans men, regarding all things sex — from porn to consent to virginity.
By Miranda Weindling3 years ago in Geeks
