I’m getting a bit click-happy with my Kindle: a few days ago, upon seeing that Portia de Rossi’s memoir was the no. 1 bestseller, and reading the blurb, I instantly downloaded it to my Kindle and read Part 1 on the spot.
(Well, not that instantly, as I hadn’t used my Kindle in a month and I had misplaced it under a pile of ‘real’ books. I was souring on it, actually.
Today, I read the Nora Ephron interview on Salon.com where she is pitching her new book, a memoir and I bought it as well: but that book, I Remember Nothing, only comes out tomorrow. Instant Gratification Delayed, but I still have to finish de Rossi’s story.
Of course, I like Nora Ephron and When Harry Met Sally is my favourite romcom, well, tied with Bridget Jones’s Diary. And I just adored Julie and Julia which she directed. (Digression: yesterday, I watched Leap Year on the telly, as they say in the UK, with Amy Adams and Matthew Goode and I liked it even though it is a rather by-the-book romcom. It’s important you like the leads and hate the intended fiance, right? And I did. Great actors, really! And I felt sorry that Goode was so wasted as the sex kitten in A Single Man, although he made the most of it with his very few scenes.)
Hmm. Two memoirs of the celebrity type in two working days. I seldom read celebrity memoirs, although I read about them on the web. So this Kindle is turning me into a purchaser of such memoirs. Well, the interesting ones. Hmm. But I can’t lend them to anyone, so I am ambivalent about the Kindle format. I love lending books I love to friends. It’s like spreading the wealth.
Anyway, the Ephron interview, which is here touches on a Flo in the City theme.
Ephron is being asked about how hard it was to be a journalist in the 60′s, when few women are journalists of any stature. She states what I state right here on this blog: that just because there is ONE woman in any given profession, that doesn’t mean ANY WOMAN can easily enter that profession. That wasn’t the case in 1910, although everyone, including suffragists, seemed to believe it was. And that wasn’t the case for Ephon in the 1960′s, despite the fact her mom was a successful screenwriter and despite the fact that there were some other ‘role models’ out there. But as Nora points out, and I have been pointing out here in my blog: the exception is not the rule. In fact, Ephron says, the ‘exception’ can ruthlessly pit woman against woman for that one token post open to females.
That’s why I like Ephron, she has such common sense.
