You've probably seen the news about the massive heat wave in Europe. France got up to something like 114º F a couple of days ago. Insane! We've been spared the worst of it here in London -- it did get to about 92º F yesterday afternoon, and that was no fun, but it was tolerable.
Olga and I went to the cemetery in the afternoon. She was excited for a walk but you could tell the heat got to her. She was more subdued than usual and ready to go home earlier. On the way back, she lay down on the cool, shady pavement in front of this skiwear shop, lifting her head so she could pant freely. Or maybe she was gazing at the sign and dreaming of the snowy Alps.
These posters appeared near our flat a couple of days ago. I like them, but Olga couldn't stifle a yawn. She's not into politics.
On Friday I watched Martin Scorsese's new movie about Bob Dylan's 1975 Rolling Thunder Revue tour, on Netflix. It used a lot of archival footage of the tour, which gathered singer-songwriters like Velcro as it traveled around the northeast United States and parts of Canada, becoming a sort of small-venue supergroup featuring Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, Roger McGuinn and others. I enjoyed the old footage of all those singers in their prime, paired with contemporary interviews about what the tour was like -- it seemed like a very weird affair where Dylan wore white face paint as a "mask." But overall I found it awfully LONG. (About two and a half hours.) And although Dylan is a master songwriter, a little of his singing goes a long way in my book.
Also, it's not a straight documentary. Parts of the movie are explicitly faked. I think this is Dylan playing with reality, poking fun at his own hagiography, but it's exasperating when you're not sure what to believe.
I also finished reading "The Handmaid's Tale." I was afraid it was going to be a didactic slog, but it was actually very good and very readable. I wish I'd read it before I saw the TV show, because although the show follows the book very closely, all my mental images were of those actors and scenes -- Elizabeth Moss as Offred and that kind of thing. I wonder how different I'd have found it if I'd started with a blank canvas?