On a strict ‘Orange’ diet
Thanks for the impetus to watch “Orange Is the New Black” (“ ‘Orange’ addicts unite,” SundayArts, Aug. 11).
I had given it a pass, thinking after “House of Cards” (which I thought an overwrought imitation of the original) Netflix wasn’t going to be doing much of quality.
And thanks so much for the warning about inhaling the whole: I am rationing myself to an episode every third night. Of course, then I suffer the withdrawal serially, but there’s also the anticipation. Is there a better character on TV than Piper? The supporting cast is amazing. Is that really Kate Mulgrew? And I didn’t believe they could get that performance out of
Laura Prepon. She is a revelation.
Thank you, for the recommendation and for the warning.
I read Matthew Gilbert faithfully every day. Because of him, I am watching more shows than I ever would have. (Is this a good thing?) Cable TV is overwhelming. But because of his heads-up reviews about shows that he thinks have some promise, I am now a fan of “Ray Donovan,” “Justified,”
“The Bridge,” “The Americans,” “The Following,” “Ripper Street,” and many more. I still miss “Terriers.”
A sorry ‘Charley’
Once again my findings about the untruthfulness of John Steinbeck’s “Travels With Charley: In Search of America” are mentioned in passing (“On the road again,” SundayArts, Aug. 4), but I and my exposé/road book “Dogging Steinbeck” — which is a fine American road book in its own right — are left eating the dust. William Least Heat-Moon deserves every drop of praise, but Steinbeck’s book is a flawed and dishonest mess, and Philip Caputo, well, he took his wife along and that doomed his book to be dull and disappointing, which it is.
Because my book — which is a lively, crazy, opinionated work of serious journalism — is self-published, I don’t get reviewed by places like the Globe. Maybe the Globe could give my book the credit/ink that Paul Theroux,
Brian Lamb of C-SPAN, and Nick Gillespie of Reason think it deserves. Also, check the latest edition of
“Charley” to see how the Jay Parini
intro was changed to warn readers,
after 50 years of deception, that the book is so heavily fictionalized that it should not be considered a work of nonfiction. Thanks.
It’s a Brooklyn thing
Thanks for the review of “Blue
Jasmine” (“Cate the Great infuses
‘Jasmine,’ ” g, Aug. 9) . I grew up in Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan. I love Woody Allen’s movies because no
matter what the location, it’s always Brooklyn deep down. A Boston person doesn’t get it. It’s about being a Jew in the promised land.
I’m Irish/English but grew up among Jews and know their humor. It’s about having no hope but faking optimism. That’s at the root of the
As a longtime Woody Allen fan, I even love his “bad” movies. I just saw “Blue Jasmine” and said to my friend, “Woody Allen does not get class.”
Even though I had read The New Yorker and the Times reviews, Ty Burr’s review is the only one to have noted his tin ear when it comes to blue-collar speech patterns.
I was particularly struck with
Ginger’s adorable — although a trifle kitsch — apartment, and all on a grocery bagger’s salary. These details
always bug me.
Thanks for the insightful review.