November 10, 2010
I just finished reading (listening to) Gone With The Wind.
41 cds. And I know this makes me sound crazy, but I absolutely loved it. Scarlett is about as unlovable a protagonist as you can have in a big sweeping historical epic, and the South is not exactly what I’d call sympathetic.
And yet. I loved it. I sat in parking lots and garages listening to one more cd. I felt wistful when it was over. I miss Scarlett and Rhett and the gang.
I read (listened to) Anna Karenina last Spring. I didn’t love it. I like to think of Gone With the Wind as America’s Anna Karenina. But better.
So, having now read Gone With The Wind, naturally the next step is to go rent the film and watch it (I watched it long, long ago, but all I can remember is the “curtain dress” and “tomorrow is another day”). After all, it cleaned up at the Oscars back in 1940. It ranked number 4 on the AFI Greatest American Movies list.
So, I go to Blockbuster, alleged movie purveyor, on the way home from work.
Nope. No Gone With The Wind, Pulitzer Prize winning novel, winner of eight Oscars. And no, not just rented. Not carried.
But at least I’ve got my pick of FIVE copies of GOAL II: Living The Dream. So I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.