Reading List: True Crime, Revised Teen Movie History, Big Ass Boats
DARLINGS! Here's to the weekend, and to catching up on everything languishing in my instapaper queue.
I’m nearly finished “I’ll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer,” the true crime book posthumously published after author Michelle McNamara’s death, cobbled together from her existing drafts and source material by her husband and writer friends. Yes, it’s a true crime book, but more than that, it’s a gorgeously writer and trippily terrifying tale of 1970s suburban California, and the horror inflicted by a STILL LOOSE rapist and killer. But yea, maybe don’t read it alone at night when your husband and dogs are away? Just a pro tip for ya.
Right now, anyone can spin and trip on a childhood movie that is suuuuuuuuuper problematic in retrospective (Gene Kelly harassing Debbie Reynolds in the car in “Singing in the Rain,” I’m looking at you…) But how do you feel when you starred in and was propelled to stardom by these movies? Molly Ringwald wrote an introspective piece in The New Yorker (What About “The Breakfast Club”?) on issues in movies by John Hughes, the troubadour of teens who created The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles.
Humans have made a really really really fucking big cruise ship and the Titanic’s just chilling in the bottom of the ocean, on Skype with the Tower of Babel, just being like “I mean, they just have to learn it for themselves.” The dizzying story of Symphony of the Seas, the largest and most ambitious cruise ship ever built.
Milo Yiannopoulos is the root of so much division and hatred and awfulness and arrgh I never want to think of him again so I try not to click on anything on him, but this piece by a Brit on a recent night out in the U.S. is just too good to ignore: The fall of Milo Yiannopoulos
And finally, yes, I will be reading Comey’s book, which brings my reading list of 2016 postmortems to WAY TOO MANY.
Love you all :) Dance your way into a restful weekend.