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		<title>No Role for the old man</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joel and Ethan Coen&#8217;s No Country for Old Men
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Watched No Country for Old Men over the weekend &#8211; Joel and Ethan Coen&#8217;s impressive but ultimately unsuccessful adaptation of the Cormac McCarthy novel of the same name to the big screen.

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		<title>The gifts reserved for age</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:53:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Philip Roth&#8217;s Exit Ghost
For surely now our household hearths are cold,
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.
- Tennyson, &#8216;The Lotos Eaters&#8216;
Why is it that a ghost returns? Is it really in order to seek justice for the wrongs done to him, or in the hope of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=142&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Light and gravity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 15:02:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bela Tarr&#8217;s The Man from London
To describe Bela Tarr&#8217;s starkly ravishing new film The Man from London as film noir is, I think, to miss the point substantially. It&#8217;s like describing Hamlet as a murder investigation. Tarr&#8217;s film is so much more &#8211; a celebration of aesthetic possibility, a testament to the unflinching power of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=141&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lust, Yawn</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:17:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Perhaps the most challenging thing about watching Ang Lee&#8217;s new film Lust, Caution is managing to remember that it&#8217;s not In the Mood for Love. It&#8217;s not just the presence of Tony Leung that brings the parallel to mind &#8211; it&#8217;s the costumes, the lush interiors, the slow, nuanced unfolding of an impossible relationship.
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		<title>It didn&#8217;t happen one night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 23:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ian McEwan&#8217;s On Chesil Beach
Early in Ian McEwan&#8217;s On Chesil Beach, there is a scene where a pair of newly-weds sit glumly working their way through an unappetizing English supper, keen to get on with their evening but feeling that certain proprieties must be met. It&#8217;s a feeling of being trapped by an unacknowledged rule [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=139&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pip Squeak</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:47:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lloyd Jones&#8217; Mister Pip
There is a scene in Lloyd Jones&#8217; Mister Pip where Matilda, the novel&#8217;s (then) 13-year old protagonist, is caught writing the name of Pip (from Dickens&#8217; Great Expectations) next to the names of her ancestors, which she&#8217;s been asked to memorize. Scolded by her mother for sticking the name of a make-believe [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=138&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Animal&#8217;s Spirit</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 02:19:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Indra Sinha&#8217;s Animal&#8217;s People
Serre, fourmillant, comme un million d&#8217;helminthes,
Dans nos cervaux ribote un pueple de Demons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes. [1]
- Baudelaire
[plot spoilers]
In the opening poem of Les Fleurs du Mal, from which the quote above is taken, Baudelaire gives us a litany of nightmarish [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=137&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ho Hum</title>
		<link>http://momus.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/ho-hum/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 16:22:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Peter Ho Davies&#8217; The Welsh Girl
[some spoilers]
Given the hype and prestige surrounding the Booker Prize, I suppose it&#8217;s only inevitable that we should see the advent of the Booker Prize Book. Not a book that wins the prize, you understand, but a book that seems to have been written for the prize, just as some [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=136&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Real Find</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 04:59:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Catherine O&#8217;Flynn&#8217;s What Was Lost
When I was nine years old a couple of friends and I formed our own detective agency and set out to solve crime. The fact that we didn&#8217;t actually have a crime to solve didn&#8217;t deter us; the way we saw it, there were thousands of crimes that went undetected everyday, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=momus.wordpress.com&blog=208357&post=135&subd=momus&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A life in fragments</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anne Enright&#8217;s The Gathering

&#8220;This is what shame does. This is the anatomy and mechanism of a family &#8211; a whole fucking country &#8211; drowning in shame.&#8221;
- Anne Enright, The Gathering

Another day, another Booker prize long list book, another novel about a family mourning for the loss of a loved one. Sigh.
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