Favourite Christmas movie: High Hopes, dir. Mike Leigh (1988). Does that count? Only watch it if you’re
enjoying the company you’re with; if you’re not, it’ll make you want to run away
to North London in the 1980s to be a cynical bedsit-dwelling Marxist with a
heart of gold… and we know the paradoxes that time travel can create, just look
at Jacob Rees-Mogg’s efforts to take Britain back to the 1950s or, to be even-handed about this, Momentum activists with their 'Arm John McDonnell' t-shirts.
Favourite Christmas
song: ‘Just Like Christmas’ by Low; with very few lyrics, it manages to be
about ‘Christmas’ as the ultimate floating signifier and about how,
phenomenologically, an experience can be both ‘like Christmas’ and ‘not like
Christmas’. It also – like ‘Tiny Children’ by Teardrop Explodes – has
sleighbells on, which (as with some of David Foster Wallace’s best
writing) rather ironises irony itself (see also DFW on ‘the redemptive power
of cliché’; let's be sincere with one another, even if we're using secondhand words to do it). Also 'Jesus Christ the Apple Tree' (not this version obviously, the dubstep remix).
Favourite Christmas
story: *the* Christmas story, of course, ‘A Christmas Carol’, also Grace
Paley’s ‘The Loudest Voice’ – you could say that it’s about ‘interfaith’ or
‘the second/ third generation American-Jewish experience’ or you could say it’s
a tender, funny story about childhood and the school Christmas play. You can
here Grace Paley read this to you at this Vermont Public Radio link – thirteen
minutes long and well worth twenty-six minutes of your time (because you’ll
want to hear it at least twice).
Thanks for reading; I
may tell you more about Isaac Deutscher on Trotsky plus Andrei Tarkovksy’s
‘Nostalgia’ and other reading and viewing on January 1st.
Photographs taken in Bookbarn International, Farringdon Gurney BS39 6EX
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