Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

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Tonight I went to a wake with my friend Joyce. Mark's stepfather passed away. I tell you, that family has a great sense of humour. As I approached the casket, I looked over the body, and struggled not to smile. There was Bob, looking remarkably similar to how he had looked when he was living (he had never been very animated...). His arms were folded at his chest, and in between his hands, they had placed his remote control. To his right, a glossy photo of the Indy 500. If only they had thought to place a lit cigarette between his hands and a scotch, you would never have known that he had passed away.

That family has spirit, and a sense of whimsy. It's hard for me not to like them.

That's how I want to have my casket laid out. Simply littered with my most beloved refuse. I think particularly I want to have my most prized collection of bathroom books laid out before me. Those books that I can just open up to any page and start reading. The ones that lay, dog eared and shabby, by the side of the porcelain commode.

This list of books would include:
1. The Hollywood Studios, by Ethan Moadden. Great study of the Golden Age of Holywood, and the distinctive styles of each of the major studios.
2. David Lynch, by Michel Chion
3. The Worst Rock and Roll Records of All Time, by Gutterman & O'Donnell. A bit pretentious, but the review of Charlene's "I've Never Been to Me" is worth the price of admission alone. Plus, they decimate the highly overrated the Doors, which scores points in my book every time. (Great opening line of one nominee, The Unforgettable Fire, by U2: "If U2 weren't full of shit, they wouldn't be as great as they often are.")
4. The Complete Plays of Aristophanes
5. The Making of the Wizard of Oz. The story behind the many versions of the working script, and the different directions this movie could have taken, is fascinating to me.
6. Driving Mr. Albert: A trip Across America with Einstein's Brain by Michael Paterniti. I don't usually pick this up that much, but I like having it next to me, for some reason. I think it's a gentle nagging reminder that I need to start on the next Amelia novel soon, because that will be about Albert Einstein's brain, too.

Yes, place them in my casket, please, all of them. Just something to read as I make my way to the big crapper in the sky...
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