I have some lists to share. The reason for this is twofold: this weekend I finally saw A Prophet, thought by many to be the finest movie of 2009, and last week I came to the realization that my favorite book ever has changed. As you all may know, I am intractably a list guy. I am embarrassed by this. It seems somewhat shameful to so desperately need to order and quantify one's artistic experiences.
I've often heard people say that those with chaotic lives will seek to rigidly organize small spheres of their lives so as to impose a measure of their own will in the world. I'm not sure how the whole hoarding phenomenon fits into this explanation, but maybe some people tend to jerk the wheel in the other direction. Regardless, I'm not sure why I like lists, but heaven forgive me, I do seem to derive a disproportionately large amount of pleasure from being able to put numbers next to things.
1. The Boy Detective Fails - Joe Meno
2. The Winter of Our Discontent - John Steinbeck
3. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
4. East of Eden - John Steinbeck
5. Henderson the Rain King - Saul Bellow
Favorite Movies of 2009
1. Where the Wild Things Are
2. The Messenger
3. The White Ribbon
4. A Prophet