The enhanced digital edition of my memoir, Bald in the Land of Big Hair, is coming out in a couple weeks with a foreword by the wonderful Elizabeth Berg. I'm trying to decide how to credit her in the PR copy: "bestselling author of..." Oh dear. Decisions, decisions. The obvious choice might be Talk Before Sleep, because it eloquently speaks to both the experience of having cancer and the experience of loving someone who has cancer. The obvious choice if I'm trying to suck up to Oprah, would be Berg's Oprah Book Club book, Open House, or I could go with the forever readable Durable Goods. Or there's the more recent (and gorgeous) novels, The Last Time I Saw You and Home Safe. I'll let you know when I make up my mind. Meanwhile, Escaping Into the Open: The Art of Writing True is Berg's gift to writers, which she describes as "everything I know and believe about the craft." And trust me, she knows plenty. Check it out.
Earlier this week, Colleen and I went to see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", the extraordinary movie based on a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I loved it. Colleen not s'much. (I was sitting there choked in tears at the end of the three hour film, so I only vaguely remember her saying something about "watching paint dry.") I want to see it again, so I'm trying to get the Gare Bear to go with me this weekend, but I won't be surprised if he reacts the same way Colleen did. The movie is long. And odd. It requires patience and a complete suspension of disbelief that modern audiences simply aren't trained for, so you've got to be in the right mood for it. The same is true of the short story, though the story and script have very little in common -- at least superficially. The story is very Fitzgerald (though it's not an example of his best writing, IMHO), and the setting -- Baltimore during the industrial revolution, Spanish Americ