Hibernation

I've been hibernating ever since I finished exams exactly a week ago today. I, Miss self styled I-hate-all-popular-culture-and-laud-my-cultural-superiority-over-pe0ns, have done very little except watch more DVDs in the space of 3 or 4 days than i have for the previous 5 months. I have also read a tawdry novel. Sooo what have i watched? Bridget Jones' Diary, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, Chocolat, Van Helsing and Trainspotting. Trainspotting was cool. I love fucked up drug movies a la Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. And Scottish boys have hot accents - so what's not to love?

The tawdry novel i read is entitled The Virtuoso by Dutch author Margriet de Moor and has a fat cherub/child on the front holding up a book of music, with the f holes of a cello visible to the left. It was translated from the Dutch which may explain why it was a little difficult to understand at times, although the narrative also contributed to this - even lapsing into 2nd(!) person at times. Anyway it's the story of Italian Countess Carlotta who was the childhood friend of now famous castrao singer Gasparo. Oh who am I kidding? The entire novel was a thinly veiled excuse for Magriet (trained as a singer) to give long scientific explanations of vocal mechanisms (not all of which i agreed with), interspersed with sex scenes with boys dressing as girls, girls dressing as boys, boys getting in on with boys and girls having a lesbian threesome, as well as Carlotta's more heteronormal relations with Gasparo, her husband, and her French lover. If anyone is interested in buying a copy it's available new and used on amazon from $0.06. Now that's gotta hurt Magriet's feelings...