Sep 18 2005
For those of you who blinked and frowned, the headline at the start of this entry refers to a new set of golf irons I ordered back at the beginning of August. They took a month to get here and when they came, they had the wrong shafts–steel instead of graphite, which pleased me not at all–and so they had to be sent back for replacement. I finally got the right ones, at the start of last week, and I've only had time to play one game with them. Too much work to be done, although that's nobody's fault but mine.
I'm really having some problems writing this new book on the Templars, because I'm having to make every single word count–I've got a maximum length within which I have to work, and that's never happened to me before. I don't like it, either, because it boils down to the fact that Barnes & Noble is calling the shots nowadays in the book world and Publishers are listening and kowtowing. The B&N bean counters have decided that the quality of a book is decided by its price (which equates to its thickness, Big being Too Big) and by the concomitant ka-chings it registers on the corporate bottom line… But anyone with an eye could see that coming long ago, so there's no point weeping over it.
So, fundamentally another week gone by at the speed of light and not a lot of living achieved, other than huddling over the keyboard. "ROME", Episode Three, is on HBO tonight. I've been watching it, but I'm not really enjoying it as much as I had hoped to. Elements of it are superb and the acting, even in the minor roles, is generally excellent, but I'm finding it very slow in spots, with emphases being dwelt upon that barely ought to merit mention in the first place–these are mainly sexual and included for obvious reasons…and the gross violence doesn't bother me, particularly…but there are large chunks of posturing dialogue and self-important "character development" that strike me as being clunky and inept. Cato the Elder is one such, because he was such an amazingly eccentric and "C"onservative old reprobate in reality and they're simply underplaying the character and his importance to the story of both Caesar and Rome itself. Of course Atia and the two fictional soldiers through whose eyes we see the action are pure Hollywood, the latter two inviting, and expecting, us to believe that common soldiers and/or plebeians could ever have seen, experienced or influenced the actions of Patricians at that period… Nevertheless, having said all that, I'll still watch it and enjoy large chunks of it. But as I said to Beverley last week, it's nowhere near as good as "Deadwood." Now that's reality television!
Somebody made a comment recently to the effect that I'd probably get more feedback on this blog if people didn't have to register to use it . . . Okay, I thought, that may be a valid point, But then immediately afterwards someone else wrote in to say "Bravo," because he used to visit my old blog site on Penguin.ca, "…until it was overwhelmed by the spammers," and I remembered, and thought, Amen, I remember that, too. So if the nuisance of required registration serves to keep spammers away, then in my eyes that's a resounding standing ovation in favour of registration.