Proof, by David Auburn, is one of my favorite films, and I'm finally reading the original Pulitzer Prize-winning play. In fact, I'm reading the play with my lit/research class, and while I'm not sure what they think of it, I totally love it!
It's about the daughter of a math scholar dealing with her father's death and his legacy of brilliance and madness. When one of his PhD students finds a field-changing proof in his office Catherine must prove whether or not she can live up to her father's name and abilities--all the while trying to stave off an anal retentive, overbearing sister and lingering doubts about her sanity.
I'm moving through this one at a breakneck pace. So far the play is just as good as the film version was, and I'm finding that issues of gender are much more prevalent in the play. Tackling the issues that women face in the field of mathematics and the sciences is a hot button issue in the wake of the Harvard comments. I can't wait to weigh in on this one in a proper review. I just can't say enough good things about it thus far.
I bought Chesil Beach without actually knowing what it's about! There! I said it! The last time we were vacationing in Myrtle Beach, I found a GREAT little used book store. So cute, so posh, so independent. I couldn't help but buy something, and since they were on the brink of closing for the night, I grabbed the one audio book I'd heard of and made it mine.
Since I've already run through all the recent podcasts I have loaded on my iPod, I decided I needed a new commute book. Since this is the only one I have available on CD at the moment, I ripped into yon pod, and voila! I love it.
This very short novel is Ian McEwan's take on marriage and sex. And you know I love sex. No, stop, pervs, I love reading about sex. OK, wait, this isn't going like I expected. Whatever. It's about a young couple, newly married, in the 1960s and their wedding night. Florence is positively disgusted by the idea of sex. It makes her recoil. Her new hubby, Edward, is fascinated and worried that he will scare Florence or simply not satisfy her. Between their innermost thoughts and worries, McEwan allows us peaks into their personal lives prior to marriage and how exactly they came to the point of marriage and the marriage bed. VERY interesting book. Although, I have to say, I almost wish McEwan had stirred up the stereotypes and made Florence the hornball and Edward the icked out one. Just to be different. Still, it's a riveting listen.
And, finally, the book that's getting ignored. Well, maybe not ignored, but I have more downtime in the car with Chesil Beach, and I *have* to read Proof for class, so How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents gets pushed to the back of the pile despite my best efforts and longings.
I picked this one up for a new face-t0-face book group that I'll be attending on Monday night. I'm REALLY excited to finally get to go since Daisy's puppy school and other sundry obligations have kept me from the group for damn near a year now. Too long!
I've heard great things about this book, and I'm excited to get into it. Maybe the weather will be nice enough that I can stake Daisy Lou out in the back yard today and read a bit. Come on sunshine!
Which reminds me, on a completely unrelated noted, Daisy graduated from puppy school last night. She's house trained, crate trained, she can sit, lay down, and walk on a loose leash with at least an iota of focus. We're currently working on the "wait" and "leave it" commands. And I have pictures of her perched on my shoulder, which is where she often likes to be if I'm anywhere near my reading chair. Watch for those soon.
Now, I'm off to tutor until 3:00, and then I get to grade a boatload of student papers. Pray for my soul.