Thursday, November 17, 2011
More about the damn book
This is something you don't see in other parts of the U.S., leaves changing while roses bloom. This is a crazy landscape.
The Tell's plot has become so complicated, I've totally lost track. Vega and her old friend (now lover) Jack are on their way back to Yemen when she realizes Jack is double crossing her. He had her convinced it was her boss who made sure she got arrested at the border. But she intercepts a text when Jack goes for a Shi'atsu massage, instantly recognizes the phone number of her agency office. The text: "good work."
So is her boyfriend the bad guy or her boss? Or both? The only thing I can say for certain is that her fantasy of professionally teaming up with Jack, her dream of playing Mr. and Mrs. Smith in Yemen is definitely not happening. What a shame.
Because I'm too confused to write at the moment, I've been watching spy films - always a fun idea, hey? I saw Billion Dollar Brain starring Michael Caine, directed by the surreal Ken Russell. Two woolly socks up. It's worth it just to see the "technology" of that era (1967) - an old computer system that runs on punched cards. Wow! Ed Begley as the cowboy Texas general is truly psychedelic. I thought somehow I had dropped acid by mistake as I watched the lengthy scene in which his space age soldiers sink into the icy sea.
Tonight I'm going to watch The Falcon and the Snowman. I've got a bunch of old spy films in the Netflix queue. Apparently this year my holiday season will revolve around intrigue and plot turns and twists, glamorous, jet-setting lifestyles, lots of cigarettes and booze, fabulous hairdos, too. Cool!
There was only one car chase in Billion Dollar Brain. I'm hoping I don't have to write a chase scene into The Tell. Please tell me it isn't absolutely necessary, ok?