Brad Pitt Questioned in Hollywood Murder; Hollywood Crime Writers Sue over Life Imitating Art

BradPittBAR08Here’s my question about the fact that Brad Pitt and his bodyguard apparently answered a few questions about the head and, eventually, hands and feet of 66-year-old Hervey Medellin, which appeared on a hiking trail near Pitt’s Hollywood home: Will he play himself in the movie, once Michael Connelly turns it into a book and Sony buys the rights?

I’m fine with that, of course. Better Connelly — a thousand times! — than whoever writes as Stuart Woods. I shudder to think what Stone Barrington would have to say about all of this. Shudder, and come up with only clichés.

Also, it’s Internet sacrilege not to post a picture of Brad Pitt to your blog when a news-worthy opportunity presents itself. Gratuitous, sure, that, too. Photo by Thomas Peter Schultz under a CC 3.0 Share Alike license. Look it up.

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Next time on Downton Abbey (Mild Spoilers)

We watched the 2-hour (no commercials!) Season 2 premiere of Downton Abbey last night and, of course, loved it. What I love even more, though, is the little game that’s developed out of it: “Next Time on Downton Abbey.”

It goes like this. “Next time, on Downton Abbey…”

  • Lady Mary gets a marriage proposal from the devil! (“He’s definitely old money, but I don’t know if he loves me.”

  • Lady Edith takes up chimney-sweeping! (And seduces her coal-scuttle mentor).
  • Lady Sybil becomes a nun! (“I just want to be helpful to God!”)
  • Lord Grantham acts decently toward his servants and is rewarded with personal humiliation and lingering self doubt!
  • Bates dies in a fire, unnecessarily, believing his sacrifice will save Lord Grantham’s dog from harm!
  • Thomas sets a baby on fire for no reason at all!

Etc. etc. forever. Still love that show. Except for Edith.

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A faint stirring of political interest

This morning, I spent a solid twenty minutes re-acquainting myself with the media critique (I’m using the term a bit loosely) of Erik Wemple at the Washington Post. Mr. Wemple had a piece — actually, two pieces — up about Jodi Kantor’s new book, The Obamas, and he seems very critical of her approach. (Ms. Kantor did not score an interview with either the president or the first lady for the book, though she has interviewed them many times before).

I also got hooked into reading about last night’s GOP debate, and I found myself particularly interested in the same exchange that’s clearly interesting just about everyone who’s gone “Huh, Jon Huntsman: he might not run the country into the ground.” An explanation:

Huntsman: “I was criticized last night by Governor Romney for putting my country first … He criticized me while he was out raising money for serving my country in China. Yes, under a Democrat. Like my two sons are doing in the United States Navy. They’re not asking what political affiliation the president is. I want to be very clear with the people here in New Hampshire and this country: I will always put my country first.”

Here was Romney’s response: “I think we serve our country first by standing for people who believe in conservative principles and doing everything in our power to promote an agenda that does not include President Obama’s agenda.”

Huntsman’s invocation of his two sons serving in the military is an essential reminder of a bedrock American tradition: our servicemen and women do not make their service contingent on the political persuasion of the president. That’s because they are patriots first, not partisans. Huntsman deserved the applause he received for that line.

Romney’s response seems to me at least as remarkable: “I think we serve our country first by standing for people who believe in conservative principles …” That is the opposite of John McCain’s 2008 campaign slogan, “Country First.” Romney’s answer is “Party First,” “Ideology First.”

What’s personally remarkable to me about any of this is that I haven’t felt at all like writing about politics in, well, months. It’s not that I haven’t followed things (though, in all honesty, I haven’t followed things with the kind of attention that I used to); it’s that I’ve felt sort of removed, screened from reaction by a mix of dismay and derision. That’s very lazy, of course; good blogging, like writing as a profession, is something you do even when you don’t feel like writing.

I have no idea if this means anything, like a return to political blogging for 2012. I’ve been very lazy. I don’t know if I’m quite ready not to be so lazy yet. But I’m glad to be interested again.

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Memo to Jeremy Renner re: Your Axe Fight

So, you’re Jeremy Renner, and you were just in Mission Impossible: Jumping Off Tall Buildings, and while Tom Cruise was doing his own stunts off the side of the world’s largest building, you were magnetically attached to a robot cart and dragged through some metal tunneling. Oh, and you got to jump in a wind tunnel. But since you’re also supposed to be the next Bourne (kind of), maybe you (or karma) think, what can I do to be even more of a bad-ass than Tom Cruise?

Axe fight!

The fight reportedly broke out around 4:30 a.m. after Issara [a member of Renner's party] dropped a glass on the floor of the pub, the third they had visited that night. No further details were provided, including any other events or altercations that led to the fight, but the action was reportedly preceded by a verbal argument and ultimately caused a brawl to break out, leading six pub employees—ranging in age from 18 to 33—to rush the party.

Among the weapons confiscated by police were a variety of clubs and cutting instruments and, most disturbingly, a homemade ax made from a motorcycle brake rotor.

This is not the way to do it. No. Mr. Renner, leaving the bar — good call. I think this is a valid move whenever the handmade axes come out. Perhaps not going to the third bar of the night with some dude who, apparently, offended the bartender and his entire family/staff so deeply that they broke out the homemade axes would have been another step in the right direction.

No one wins in a game of trying to one-up Tom Cruise in real life. No one except Tom Cruise. And we don’t want that.

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B&N considering spinning off Nook

This sounds like a terrible idea:

Barnes & Noble’s Nook is selling exceptionally well, by the company’s reckoning. So the bookseller is considering spinning off the e-reader unit.

The company said on Thursday that it was beginning “strategic exploratory work” to separate the Nook division, in an effort to help the nascent business grow.

Dollar for dollar and pound for pound, the one advantage that the Nook line has over the Kindle is that many of its users can walk right into a Barnes and Noble store and get immediate help. I don’t know that many people do this, but the possibility of it must be a selling point, particularly for kids who want to buy some new technology for their less-computer savvy parents.

As a Nook owner, I’m already mildly nervous over the fate of Barnes and Noble as a bookseller (though the Nook can read a host of formats, so even a complete death of BN wouldn’t make it a bad e-Reader). If the Nook boutiques disappeared from the main stores, I’d be even more nervous — and much less likely to invest in future versions or to recommend the product to others.

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Please imagine Clair Huxtable watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians.”

Yep. That’s the brain fracture I want you to have. Here’s the quote for the day, from an article on the breakout performance of Condola Rashad, Phylicia Rashad’s daughter:

“She knows it’s the work that matters,” Phylicia Rashad said. “If not for the work, no one would be a celebrity, except for the Kardashians.”

So true. And so sad.

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New Year, new book: Madeline Dare #1

Yesterday, I saw A Field of Darkness recommended on Wormbook as a “creepy grown-up Nancy-Drew suspense novel.” It was on sale at Amazon (e-book) for $1.99, so I decided to try it.

I’m only 45 pages through the book, which involves a former down-state-New York society family girl investigating a twenty-year-old murder in upstate that might involve her family, and already I’ve gone through three stages:

  1. Uh, this is nothing like Nancy Drew. She was from California, wasn’t she? Or New York. I should know this. Anyway, not like Nancy Drew. Nancy Drew wasn’t in first person. Was it? And her father wasn’t an absentee hippie weirdo. Oh, Carson.

  2. There are SO MANY ADJECTIVES. Is that why it’s Drew-like?
  3. I wish Nancy Drew had grown up to think things like this:

    It was another genealogical trip on my part, to be honest. I mean, in addition to the Indian killers and the nuke-the-commies-back-to-the-Stone-Age types, we were prone to delusion. Dad’s whole elaborate deal with the KGB agents sneaking around his camper, that Winthrop guy his wife had to keep in a cage, my paternal grandmother’s predictions of snowballing disaster, always taglined, “and then you’ll get to the hospital and the anesthesia won’t work.”

People around me, please expect me to quote that anesthesia line a lot from now on. Back to reading.

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Review: Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls

Half Broke HorsesHalf Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This follow-up to Jeannette Walls’s popular autobiography, The Glass Castle, moves backward in time and adopts a creative tack in telling the story of Walls’s grandmother, Lily Casey Smith. Walls begins with Lily’s childhood, working on a dusty ranch in west Texas — but that’s not the creative part. What’s interesting in the form of this book is that the entire story is told in the first person, from the view of Walls’s long-dead grandmother (hence the book’s dual classification by Walls as fiction and non-fiction).



The book follows the form of Walls’s earlier book, too, in that the chapters are often very short and seem to impart large lessons with small (but often thrilling) examples. Through a number of quick chapters, readers see Lily age from a plucky 10 year old with the wherewithal to save her siblings from a flash flood to a practical pre-teen in charge of all hiring on the family ranch. Lily progresses rapidly through boarding school, her first teaching jobs, her first time away from home, her first romance, and before a reader knows it, half the book is gone and an indelible image of Lily Casey has formed in your mind: tough-talking and living, rambunctious but never without purpose, wild but not free-spirited, selfish but somehow, also, always looking out for her family.



This book needs an introduction: namely, it needs the reader to have torn through The Glass Castle with interest and abandon. No, you don’t need to know everything that happens in that book to understand the story of this book — the people are introduced independently, and the story starts long before Jeannette Walls’s earlier autobiography — but you will need to have read The Glass Castle in order to understand the suspense the author embeds in the second half of the book. Once Lily’s children are introduced, the tension that exists between mother and daughter — Rose Mary Smith Walls — is much less interesting if the reader doesn’t understand that all of Lily’s fears about Rose Mary come true. In fact, if I hadn’t read The Glass Castle first, Lily might have seemed even crueler — and I’d be interested to hear if others had this reaction, or if it’s a trick of the light, so to speak. Does Lily’s abusive desperation to keep her daughter grounded seem even worse if you don’t know how spectacularly wrong Rose Mary’s life went? Is that the point?



Walls’s portrait is at once tender and rough. She paints her grandmother as a nearly merciless business woman and an often cold-hearted mother, but she goes to great lengths to show (and to understand) the roots of her distance. The final chapter — written by Walls in the voice of her grandmother about Walls as a baby — goes a long way to explaining what may have been the driving force for this project. How could a woman who Jeannette Walls had loved, feared, and been told by multiple sources that she resembled have been both such a force for good and bad? What made Lily Casey Smith tick?



The answer, or at least a version of the answer, lies here. It’s a quick, interesting read, as much an exercise in family history revelation as story-telling.



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Review: A Lesson in Secrets by Jacqueline Winspear (Maisie Dobbs #8)

A Lesson in Secrets (Maisie Dobbs, #8)A Lesson in Secrets by Jacqueline Winspear

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

In the eighth entry in the Maisie Dobbs series, Maisie is drawn into the British Secret Service again as fascism begins to flash in Germany and even England. When she’s asked to take a position as a philosophy instructor at a controversial, peace-loving college in Cambridge, she runs into not only possible threats to the state but a murder — all in her first week.



The mystery mostly concerns the comings, goings, and politics of the professors at the College of St. Francis. Founded by Greville Liddicotte (yes, all the names are this rough this time), the college was founded on the idea that peaceful negotiation is always better than war. It’s facing an interesting challenge, as Nazism begins its rise in Germany and even England, and this makes for a fascinating philosophical background (if, at times, a very loose thread for the story to follow). When Liddicotte is murdered, his own motives for founding the school become as mysterious as the identity of the killer, and Maisie Dobbs is determined to sort it all out.



Behind all of this are the storylines continuing from the last two books: Maisie’s budding romance with Viscount James Compton; the challenges that Maisie’s assistent Billy Beale and his family face as a new baby comes to their overcrowded home; and a surprise visitor from her old service days who once again needs Maisie’s help and understanding.



It’s those last stories that make this book better than just average. The ongoing growth of Maisie’s character was actually a pleasant surprise, and the best tension, in this book. The mystery itself is secondary; the state secrets part of the story was woefully underdeveloped and seems to exist only to allow the author to show that Maisie is ahead of her time in worrying about Nazis and fascism. The suspense of whether Maisie will torpedo her own relationship or navigate the tightrope between well-meaning over-involvement with her assistant’s trouble and actually being helpful, however, is engaging. Not all of these loose ends are tied up completely at the end of the book, but the epilogue provides enough answers that I’m satisfied for a while.



It’s a sign of how much I enjoy this series that I put off reading this book for several months because I knew that once I read it, there were no more books in the series to read. Now, though, the #9 book has been announced for release in March 2012: Elegy for Eddie, here I come!



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Holy crap: Rudy Ruettiger Charged with Fraud

Rudy movie posterI did not see this ending coming:

The Securities and Exchange Commission today charged Daniel Ruettiger and 12 other participants in a scheme to deceive investors into buying stock in his sports drink company. Ruettiger is widely known for having inspired the 1993 motion picture “Rudy.”

According to the SEC’s complaint filed in federal court in Las Vegas, Ruettiger founded Rudy Nutrition to compete with Gatorade in the sports drink market. Rudy Nutrition produced and sold modest amounts of a sports drink called “Rudy” with the tagline “Dream Big! Never Quit!” However, the company primarily served as a vehicle for a pump-and-dump scheme that occurred in 2008 and generated more than $11 million in illicit profits.

I guess in my heart of hearts, I always figured something terrible happened to Rudy after that one awesome game, but I had hoped it was simply a life of traveling the inspirational speaking circuit, the crowds dwindling, the pay falling, until finally he’s talking to a group of five half-drunk Vet’s club members and competing with the low-volume ESPN behind the bar. I didn’t really think he’d go the corporate mess-up route, but hey. You just never know.

Maybe they can get Sean Astin for the sequel when Rudy leads the prison-yard touch football league in… no. (He’s actually already paid a fine, so this movie would be a complete fabrication).

Via Lazy Self-Indulgent Book Reviews.

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