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Damn, that was a good little scene. I love that the show doesn’t just tell us Carrie gets high off brinksmanship, it actually shows us.

Also loving that she probably enjoys taking risks a lot more than Brody does. Remember his buddy saying at the ill-fated barbeque, “what happened to the Brody who just wanted to come back alive?” I feel like this episode gave us some more insight into that Brody, who isn’t a hero, who made decisions based on survival rather than ideology. And how, yes, he’s probably the stable one in that relationship, even with the PTSD and anger management and possibly-being-a-terrorist issues.

Also loving? Any time Brody and Carrie are together, whether they are talking or fucking. (and? her running her mouth over his scars? Way to push my buttons, show!).

His confession, or whatever that was, was stunning. Especially the part about religion, which contrasted nicely with Saul’s (strategic) musing about growing up Jewish in rural Indiana and wanting to assimilate (okay—push some more buttons, show!). (Question: were we supposed to think that he had a sexual relationship with Abu Nasir? It seems unlikely, but the language was so ambiguous—“he offered me comfort” “I loved him.”)

Saul and Aileen together were also great. I know I say this every week, but I love how you can’t tell what people’s motivations are for doing things.

I have to say, though, that I felt like the episode pulled some punches with the twist at the end. Why show Saul asking for Brody’s photo, when surely they must have asked Aileen some general questions about the man before sitting her down with a sketch artists, like whether he was Caucasian or African-American?

But never mind—more Carrie/Brody, pls.

In other news, my audiobook for running and driving at the moment is Neal Stephanson’s Cryptonomicon,

which I am enjoying, but know I would never get through if I were reading it on the page. Or, maybe I would get through it faster because I would just skim the pages and pages of explaining how codes are generated, or the detailed descriptions of the freaking furniture at Bletchley Park. Still, it’s good for when one is simultaneously navigating through traffic or watching cute dogs catch frisbees along the running trail, since it doesn’t matter if one misses a few things. And I don’t sit in my driveway catching the last bit of the chapter as I was doing with the Pat Barker books.

The characters are amusing rather than compelling or even particularly engaging, so far at least. Though Ronald Reagan's cameo made me laugh out loud.

And I kind of wonder what it is other than a poor man’s Gravity’s Rainbow (ouch, I know)—except for having a 21stC double plot and more about Asia and the Pacific rim (and less sex). I actually wanted to go back and listen to Gravity’s Rainbow instead, which I read (on paper!) many, many years ago, but no kind soul has recorded this postmodernist classic. What’s up with that?

So far, I’ve mostly realized that I know nothing about the battle of Guadalcanal, and therefore watched the first episode of HBO’s The Pacific, after which I didn’t know much more about Guadalcanal but realized that I quite fancied James Badge Dale’s hairline.

Also, I was overcome with a wave of Anglophilia when I signed up for Yuletide, and only requested British books and shows (The Hour, Whitechapel, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and Regeneration). I offered some US stuff though!

I have been amusing myself by scrolling through the requests from time to time, and being tickled to death that multiple people are requesting fic for “Jane Austen’s Fight Club” and “Feminist Ryan Gosling.” Viral video rules, apparently.

Happy Friday, folks!
  • I'm very much in favour of your Anglophilia. The last Whitechapel has made me smile; oh, Chandler, my love, you are not ready for the Twins. They may have boxed but they never learned the Queensberry rules.

    Isn't Homeland amazing? I have always loved watching Damian Lewis (Did you hear he played Tartuffe last year, I think?), and Claire Danes has really risen to the occasion. And the writing......

    I have Neal Stephanson’s Cryptonomicon, but I've not read it. I'm glad of your description (Poor man's Gravity's Rainbow -- oh, dear), and I think I'll attempt it with some trepidation.

    • thanks for your support! I have a complicated love/hate thing with my Anglophilia, but love seems to have won out in this instance. That last episode of Whitechapel was my favorite, in all its over-the-topness. Boxing! Shooting! Drinking! Angsty showers!

      (where did Chandler learn to shoot a handgun? Public school? And Army past? People on the Sherlock coms are always saying the British police don't even know how to use guns since they don't carry them. And yet, on TV and in the news, one sees it all the time)

      Homeland is soooo amazing--the quality of acting and writing is really superb. I would love to see DL on stage in almost anything.

      If your tastes are anything like mine, I'd try Wolf Hall before Cryptonomicon--it's amusing, but not particularly affecting, so far, at any rate. I wish I remembered Gravity's Rainbow better, so I could do a more articulate comparison.
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