I thoroughly enjoyed the book club of the brown women authors. One woman dominated the discussion and I didn't find her quite as insightful enough to do that, seem more of a need on her part. The women who attend regularly didn't seem too put out by it, and were polite. I felt quite fond of these women. Another man joined late, younger, perhaps somewhere from the Asia minor may, couldn't exactly place his accent, he snuck out before I could ask him. The next book they chose was The Lion Women of Tehran by Marjan Kamali. I don't really see Iran as brown colored people, but it's a brown women writer book club. I talked about it with my close Iranian friend, who I've talked to almost every day the past 3 years, except for the months when the Iranian government cut off internet access due to the war. He does see himself as brown. There's plenty of non-white women authored books and they deserve attention. The brilliant woman who leads the group is black, and I ...
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.