After the pool was closed I went to Corneli for brinner - breakfast&dinner. The bacon and eggs and salami were all good. We watched The Shipping News. It was unexpectedly good, some good actors, and I loved the fresh environment of New Foundland. A lot of English teachers come from there and I can see why. At Don't Go someone has written on the wall, Jesus was a Newfie. A bit strange, I know.
It is bitterly cold there, always by the look of it, and there is not a heck of a lot of work. It is a good story. I enjoyed the idea of people towing a house over the ice because they had become unpopular in a certain area.
And since I am interested in writing, I relished Kevin Spacey's success as a writer, even though he was only experienced as an ink setter.
The ordinary decent guy getting the beautiful lovelorn girl also works for me.
I won't give this away for those who haven't seen the movie, but there is an amazingly funny scene involving the ashes of Spacey's father.
I also enjoyed the way Spacey nearly drowned, and the guy who did drown, for a while...
Drowning is a theme in this story, and the real book ends suggesting that love may be possible without pain. Do you think so? Can someone who is drowning finally learn to swim?
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