Die Medien, was haben sie je für uns getan?
Gerade als ich, genervt von unzähligen Krimis und Feelgood-Family-Filmen,das Fernsehen vergessen wollte neulich Abends, zappte ich zufällig auf eine reizende Sendung über englische Gärten und ihre verrückten Besitzer rein. Unsere gesamte Fernsehfamilie schaute dann voller Nostalgie dem lieben National Trust zu, wie er die alten Bauten zusammenkauft und den verarmten Adligen hilft, die Gärten wieder instand zu setzen. Nirgends spielt der Adel noch eine so erdverbundene Rolle, dass man ihn fast lieben muss. Trotzdem sagte Mick gestern, er würde kein Buch lesen, dessen Hauptperson Binky heißt (er meint wohl Briony).Ich habe "Atonement" (Abbitte) natürlich gelesen, da es mich schon immer zur verrückten englischen upper class hingezogen hat - ich sage nur Edith Sitwell, oder die Mitford Sisters. Ich fühle mich übrigens auch von exzentrischen reichen Amerikanerinnen inspiriert: heute las ich in der SZ über Betty Freeman, deren von David Hockney gemaltes Porträt gerade versteigert wird. Sie förderte neue Musik, Leute wie Ligeti, Morton Feldman und meinen geliebten Steve Reich. Wahrscheinlich hat sie auch noch göttliche Kuchen gebacken!
Just as I was about to give up on watching TV the other night, in a sea of cheap police series and family romances I came across a charming programme about English gardens and their excentric owners - vintage England porn, in other words. My whole household got caught up in nostalgic thoughts of the National Trust which buys up ruins and helps the genteel impoverished to restore their gardens. The upper classes play such a dominant role in keeping the garden vibrant that you have to love them for it. Even though, Mick confirmed that he would never read a book whose main character is called Binky (I think it's actually Briony, in Ian McEwan's Atonement). I have read it, since I can't keep away from the upper classes, having been infected early with the likes of Edith Sitwell and the extremely amusing Mitford sisters (well, some of them were amusing). I am not above being inspired by by excentric rich American women, either. I read about Betty Goodman, whose portrait "Beverly Hills Housewife" by David Hockney is being auctioned, a rich sponsor of new music with friends like Ligeti, Morton Feldmann and my favourite, Steve Reich. She was probably a fantastic cook into the bargain.
Just as I was about to give up on watching TV the other night, in a sea of cheap police series and family romances I came across a charming programme about English gardens and their excentric owners - vintage England porn, in other words. My whole household got caught up in nostalgic thoughts of the National Trust which buys up ruins and helps the genteel impoverished to restore their gardens. The upper classes play such a dominant role in keeping the garden vibrant that you have to love them for it. Even though, Mick confirmed that he would never read a book whose main character is called Binky (I think it's actually Briony, in Ian McEwan's Atonement). I have read it, since I can't keep away from the upper classes, having been infected early with the likes of Edith Sitwell and the extremely amusing Mitford sisters (well, some of them were amusing). I am not above being inspired by by excentric rich American women, either. I read about Betty Goodman, whose portrait "Beverly Hills Housewife" by David Hockney is being auctioned, a rich sponsor of new music with friends like Ligeti, Morton Feldmann and my favourite, Steve Reich. She was probably a fantastic cook into the bargain.
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