Lois Lowry's Blog
Oscars, Superbowl, Groundhog Day...
After the Oscar nominations were announced this week, my son, a lawyer with a sense of humor (are those two things mutually exclusive? Not necessarily) sent me this:
January 16, 2015
“The Giver”, based upon the much beloved young adult novel written by media darling Lois Lowry, carried the day as the Academy Award nominations were announced in Hollywood. The film, which has surpassed 2009’s “Avatar” as the highest grossing film of all-time, received 12 Oscar nods, including best picture, best actor for Jeff Bridges, who thrilled audiences in the title role, and best director for Phillip Noyce, who has called the film his “crowning achievement.” At last week’s Golden Globes, “The Giver” swept the night with 9 awards being handed out.
Lowry, reached at her home in Maine, told a throng of reporters with a grin, “I guess this is what happens when you have a son like mine”, clearly referencing the sudden rise to stardom of her son Ben, who has been signed by movie mogul Harvey Weinstein and Walden Media to star in a series of upcoming thrillers.
Ha ha. Thanks, Ben.
The final scene of THE GIVER is to be shot in Utah at the end of this month (it needed snow, and hills; Utah has both). Then the hard post-producton work begins.
I do have movies to see, now that the nominations are in. I went to American Hustle recently, confusing it stupidly with Wolf of Wall Street, and kept waiting for Leonardo DiCaprio to appear, and the explicit sex which reviews had mentioned. Took me a while to perceive that I was at a different (and quite wonderful) movie.
Last week in Boston after a delay in getting there (see below), I had a very writerly lunch with Kathryn Lasky, Rick Riordan, and Gregory Maguire. (What do four writers talk about at lunch? Their kids. Or (Kathy and me) grandkids.) And I saw "Autumn: Osage County", ticking one more off my list: still no Leonardo DiCaprio, though.
January continues in Maine with strange weather: first ice, then snow, then summer. Last weekend I was to drive to Boston on Saturday but the roads were sheer ice; four tractor trailers had already overturned on the turnpike before I made the decision to postpone my trip. I went the next day, came home to Maine three days later, and it was a balmy 50 degrees. Travel plans are difficult because one never knows what's coming. But I am to leave next Thursday for Redlands, Califonria, for the Charlotte Huck Festival at Redlands Unversity. The weekend after that: Madison, Wisconsin overnight, followed by a talk at the Kennebunkport (Maine. You knew that) Library on Sunday, February 2nd...the date of the, ah, dare I say it, Super Bowl. We here are keeping our eyes on the Patriots though I fear they have a tough game facing them tomorrow in Denver.
The newest Gooney Bidrd book is finally available...I don't know why it took so long.
In my free time (that is an oxymoron, at least for me) I am working on a manuscript that I had set aside in a holding position a while back. But I am at a rearranging stage now, with the realization that the structure is askew...things are in the wrong order, as if I had tried to build a house by starting with the shingles and shutters and had overlooked the underpinnings. Ooops. A little like that commercial where the difference between "nuts and bolts" and "nuts or bolts" is demonstrated. The thing comes crashing down if it isn't anchored in place.
Well, GO Pats, that's all I've got to say. Go Gostkowski. Go Ninkovitch. Go Hoomanawanui. And oh yes, the boringly-named Brady and Blount.