Someone referenced Eugène Ionesco (1909-1994) in their review of Digger, an interesting film out this year, and I realized I needed to experience him. So I watched a play of his and read it: The Bald Soprano. Then I saw it live, and it was wonderful. I watched the 1974 movie Rhinoceros. The Bald Soprano has been running continuously since 1958 at Théâtre de la Huchette in Paris, and claims to hold the world record for the longest-running play in the same theatre. Links The Bald Soprano YouTube Rhinoceros YouTube Interview of Ionesco dubbed into English YouTube . It sounds a bit weird.
Saara El-Arifi wrote Cleopatra (2026). Now I'm not one to chase Cleo, though I have quite enjoyed Shakespeare's Cleopatra and Antony . I have read some history on her, and I do like things set in Egypt. I like Hatshepsut after going to the Met Museum, and read the wonderful book by Kara Cooney . I loved her book on what we know from archaeology, and what we can speculate wisely about based on an expert, and what we don't know. I felt her book had epistemic character, and telling the truth and being epistemically transparent is important to me now. I even like Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie, looking at the old monuments along the river. I know I'm casting a wide net, too wide of a net, but it's become a category in my head. I want to get that all out into the world so I don't force it on people in the book club. I'm blasting through this book because the book club is coming up soon, and I'm determined to go to a black and brown women's book...