Goya postponed

I did not finish the Goya book this week, as I ended up getting caught up in Fellini's 8 1/2, which is possibly the best look at artistic indecision ever made. Until this week I had only seen the film once since I bought the DVD a few months ago(although I had seen it many times before). But I made up for it with about 5 viewings (only one a complete, start to finish viewing, however). I still love this film and will probably watch it through once again this week.

However, Melanie is getting sick of my humming, so I will probably have to give it a rest for a little bit, at least until the great Nino Rota score is out of my head. Also, my late night reading hours don't like being neglected and tend to rebel. I find myself waking at hideous hours with an itch to dig into a novel. I can only succumb to such an itch once in a week, or I get way too sleep deprived (reading late at night is dangerous for me, since I have "one more chapter then back to bed" syndrome).

So, no review of the whole Goya book, just yet. And, to tell the truth, I am not really interested in writing about 8 1/2 right now. I have some big questions about the work, and writing would have to get into those, and that would require too much other reading and watching and I simply do not have the time, unless I am being paid (ah, the crassness of it all, for love of filthy lucre!). So, if you want my essay on 8 1/2, make an offer.

Goya, I'll rant about for free.