Holiday & The Tao |
“Imagine, whoever reads this, that you are me.”
I’d like to offer up for thought and discussion an essay by Benjamin Hoff, who wrote one of my favorite books, The Tao of Pooh.
If you asked me which non-fiction-y books I frequently recommend to readers, (and I bring it up because someone asked again,) then I’d say:
The Power of Myth – Joseph Campbell
A Room of One’s Own – Virginia Woolf
The Tao of Pooh – Benjamin Hoff
True and False – David Mamet
Walden – Henry David Thoreau
If you’re into the academic specifics of comparative mythology, then I’d suggest continuing to:
The Hero With a Thousand Faces – Joseph Campbell
All of the above appear on the JSDC favorites list ( which is in need of an update, incidentally).
I must alert you that my friends and I have become obsessed with the book Little Women and in the doing have suffered a great calamity. It goes like this: In the early ‘90s, there was a movie made from the book. Winona Ryder played Jo. This movie was a before our time and we had never seen it and, thus, rented it Wednesday night.
Not only is this movie completely useless in regards to capturing the timeless spirit of the novel, but in general it is a bad movie. Very, very bad. Bad script, bad direction. Like, worse than Harry Potter bad. Like, Hallmark Channel movie bad. (Except those movies might be better.)
Even worse, we checked around online and some people thought the movie was good. I reasoned that maybe they had never seen a good movie before when they posted their comments and just didn't know what one looked like. Hopefully they have seen Pride & Prejudice by now and know what the potential for period-piece adaptations can be.
Now that they Know, I bet they wish they could delete their old comments of praise from message boards. Alas. Poor, poor foolios.
We were so upset that I told my friends I’d look into re-doing Little Women in thirty years. Maybe.
For now, however, we are talking about Mr. Hoff’s essay.
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