I interrupt this series of Ziz iterations to tell you about a new book you are likely to enjoy. It’s called Crazy Little Thing: Why Love and Sex Drive us Mad, by Liz Langley. Why are you reading about it here on my blog? Because there’s a whole chapter about ME, that’s why! Apparently I am a paragon of how not to kill your ex in a tormented rage, and make a work of art instead. Most of the other profiles in the book are about people killing/maiming/permanently damaging their exes or themselves after breakups, but an alternative is to make a feature film, which is what I did and how I merited this sweeeet chapter. Also the book is well-written and funny, and you should read it.
Yet ANOTHER way in which you serve as a role model! Look out, Eleanor Roosevelt!
I will. Maybe I’ll even review it.
Please don’t insult the wonderful Nina Paley by comparing her with Eleanor Roosevelt… puke.
I am reading this book. Naturally, I started with the Nina Chapter. Langley is a smart, clever writer and she did a great job of portraying you. And Bruno!
Very dear Nina,
This is not a comment, but a word to tell you how much we share your grief after the departure of your father to, as we say in french, “‘d’autres cieux”.
We are with you and we think to you very often, being so lucky to have met you on the net and in our swiss-french area. Wouldn’t you plan to come here to rest and have free time for you? You know that our home is opened to you.
All the family is with you.
With our love.
The Duffour