So the Pats didn't win. Still it was great day for football-watching. Though the sentimentalist in me rooted for the Saints, and the effect a win for them would have on their city...still, the good friend side of me was delighted with the Bears win. My friend Joanna called in the early afternoon from Chicago and on her behalf I said all during the game...that great throwaway line from the movie Fargo...."Go Bears." Presumably Joanna was shouting "Go Pats" during the later game but she doesn't have the persuasive powers I do. Hah.

Whatever happened to the old stereotype of a football-watcher? The guy in the undershirt, crushing beer cans? Here are my friend Joanna and I, between football matters discussing our grandchildren...both of us turning 70 the end of March...we are literary ladies (Joanna an actress and professor of theater), but somehow we turn into high-testosterone morons on Football Day.

Joanna and I met many years ago at a theater conference; I was only there because a college group was doing a performance of my book "Anastasia Krupnik." She was there doing a one-woman show, playing the poet Anne Sexton. We hit it off, in the way that sometimes happens when you spot a kindred soul. She had two kids, school age at the time, and now - years later - her son John, married, a father, is an associate director at the Milwaukee First Stage Theater which this weekend is opening "the Giver." I'll fly to Milwaukee Friday to be there for it.

At the same time, the Coterie Theater in Kansas City is also opening "The Giver." The attached photo comes from their production.

If you go to the First Stage website: you can click on a viedotaped interview with the director, discussing, anong other things, how they dealt with the no-color/color of Jonas's world.


After the show opens I will be able to post some reviews.

I'm told that today is the day they will announce the Newbery Caldecott selections. Since I have not read a single book under consideration, I don't have any team to cheer for here. But they will make a great choice and somebody's life will change as a result.

(And what am I reading, then? Well, a novel translated from the Icelandic, by an author named Arnaldur Indridason. Go figure. I spent some time in Iceland a couple of years ago, and became fascinated by its beauty, its bleakness, and the smallness and differentness of it.....the fact, for example, that in the capital, Reykjavik, people are listed in the telephone directory by their first names.)

Poeple are often surprised to find that I don't read children's books. I'm surprised by that myself. But I find myself more drawn to books about people of my own generation, people who are making their way through situations I can relate to.

Maybe that is why I went twice to see "Notes on a Scandal." (And why I have seen "Fargo" six times.)

Go Bears.