Month: March 2011

The Tempest (review)

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There’s a little bit of Hammer horror in Julie Taymor’s messy but thrilling adaptation of Shakespeare’s last play, and there’s more than a little turning-of-the-tables, all of which brings a new perspective on the play, and a new appreciation for it, which is the best we can ask for the umpteenth adaptation of a centuries-old work.

on the stress of breaking all your habits and losing all your routines

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I don’t think I really realized that I would be breaking every single habit in my life, and losing every single routine that defined it. Everything that gave my life structure was shattered, all at once, and is still slowly being rebuilt — and some of that rebuilding can’t even begin yet because many questions about just what the hell I’m doing with myself are still unanswered…