
One of my favorite reading experiences of all time was when I spent a couple of weeks at an ashram (yoga retreat) in rural Quebec, and would walk miles each way into the nearest village to buy almost any English books I could find. Most memorably, I read
Vanity Fair, Alice in Wonderland, Jane Eyre and
Gentleman Prefer Blondes; the latter, a Jazz Age satire penned by Anita Loos, probably about ten times. When I read that she wrote the screenplay for
Red Headed Woman, as I came across it at
Kim's on my way home tonight,
I bought it on the spot. Urbane, earthy and sly, Loos' crisp dialogue (as uttered by Jean Harlow, no slouch herself) had my mouth ajar from the first scene. Naturally.
goodness, your lovely post just made me realize that nearly all my favorite reading experiences have either been in non-English-speaking countries or when i've been laid up (which i am right now). in both circumstances, well-rendered mother tongue made me feel at home like nothing else could. This week, it is a tall stack of decently translated Swedish detective novels that is granting me a glimpse of the proverbial forest again rather than all these pesky trees.
Posted by: lisa rosman | December 03, 2009 at 12:37 PM