Reading: Skippy Dies, by Paul Murray. Finally, some Irish writing set in contemporary Ireland. And it ain’t pretty (the Ireland, not the writing).
Saw: Up in the Air. Though slow enough in the take off, it’s not that often a film can surprise you, for which I am grateful. It helps that I have a soft spot for anything that stars any member of the cast of that comedic delight, Arrested Development. Strangely, Up in the Air already feels dated, but there are moments – like that crashed convention, if you’ve already seen it – that were cringingly true to life. Unbearable lightness of flying, anyone?
Squashed: That’s the word I’d use for the Irish Museum of Modern Art last Sunday, where EVERYBODY had taken advantage of the sudden change in our meteorlogical fortunes to hightail it down to Picturing New York. So yes, the small building housing the exhibit was a little jammers for tranquil viewing, but still worth a trip for some beautiful photos of a city that became itself through them. Shots by Alfred Stieglitz, Diane Arbus and Henri Cartier-Bresson are among the 145 black and white works on show, dating from the nineteenth century to today. All are from the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York, with this selection curated by Sarah Meister. Go see New York at IMMA (but pick a rainy day).