It appears that I've been double-tagged (ooo errr) in the estimable blogs Arbogast on Film and Cinebeats to participate in a meme. This provides me with a most excellent and timely opportunity to prove that I'm *not* a subliterate mongoloid by blogging about the book I'm reading. The rules are as follows:
1) Pick up the nearest book.
2) Open to page 123.
3) Locate the fifth sentence.
4) Post the next three sentences on your blog and in so doing...
5) Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged me.
I just finished reading "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde* and it was sitting on my nightstand, so we'll play with that.
Was the face on that canvas viler than before? It seemed to him that it was unchanged; and yet his loathing of it was intensified. Gold hair, blue eyes, and rose-red lips--they all were there.
Well. If that was the excerpt on the book-back, Wilde wouldn't sell a solitary copy of this thing. Vain guy ponders own portrait--FILM AT ELEVEN. It's a good thing that there was no internet in Wilde's day. In addition to being undone by memeage, he'd probably get distracted by the profusion of hairless, nubile young men willing to post pictures of their naughtiest of bits for a paltry monthly membership fee.
Curiously, in reading "Dorian Gray" for the first time (yes, I know, I know), I realize that the film adaptation I just watched is actually *less gay* than the novel. Yes, the fabulous Mr. Berger actually butches up the role considerably. Notably, he also trades a lot fewer bitchy quips with any characters so... you win some, you lose some, and so it goes with film adaptations of novels.
Now I tap the scepter of pass-along on to:
Rogue Spy 007
The Mysterious P8
*Yes I am a rules-fudger and waited till I was in my apartment to Play Along. Trust me, people, this is much better than whatever book on executive cheese-moving was sitting near the office I occupy at work.