One of my all time favorite actors (and millions agree), James Garner passed away of natural causes at the age of 86 this morning at his home in California.
Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist whose “One Hundred Years of Solitude“ established him as a giant of 20th-century literature, died on Thursday at his home in Mexico City, at the age of 87.
Wonderful excerpt from “Gabo’s” obit in the New York Times:
Mr. García Márquez attributed his rigorous, disciplined schedule in part to his sons. As a young father he took them to school in the morning and picked them up in the afternoon. During the interval—from 8 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon—he would write.
“When I finished one book, I wouldn’t write for a while,” he said in 1966. “Then I had to learn how to do it all over again. The arm goes cold; there’s a learning process you have to go through again before you rediscover the warmth that comes over you when you are writing.”
Incidentally: “One Hundred Years of Solitude” is Bill Clinton‘s favorite book. If you haven’t read it yet, you should, and investigate Gabo’s other books, too. Adios Gabo!
One of my favorite actors. Many happy returns! Love, Madcap
Actor Josh Charles, of The Good Wife (on CBS) wanted to be released from his contract so the show’s creators decided to go the Matthew Crawley route (Downton Abbey) by killing him off. Shocking, of course, but they wanted to stir things up. I’m sure all his fans wish Mr. Charles the best of luck.
Now, about Oprah:
O’s April cover features her drastically Photoshopped in a 1970s flip wig, bulges removed, slenderized, with almost gamine-like legs, and looking 25 or 26 instead of 60. Oprah’s ability to manipulate reality has always fascinated me but what struck me is the cover’s irony.
Oprah constantly lectures about the importance of being “authentic,” yet anyone who watched her in “The Butler,” or during recent TV appearances knows she’s not thin, not even close. For a while O was celebrating her shape, however plump and puffy, and I respected that. However this cover screams disingenuous.
I followed all the pundits’ Oscar predictions so thoroughly I could have hosted the show and sure enough every one was right. I’m not too shy to say I thought DeGeneres was off her game this time, I hated the pizza business, which went on too long, and didn’t like the set design: ugly recycled dusty water bottles in the shape of Oscars. WTF?
Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli and 1950s screen legend Kim Novak were absolutely scary. Poor Liza was in her jammies and someone has removed Ms. Novak’s cheekbones and broken her jaw. “Why can’t they age naturally?” my sweet husband asked. Think Judi Dench.
Whoopi was wearing what I can only assume was a painter’s tarp and brown cotton fabric from Michael’s. Too hideous for words. Is it intentional? And I was not amused with her Cat in the Hat stripped socks and Wizard of Oz ruby slippers.
And the short guy wearing Bermuda shorts, accompanied by the tall drink of water girl. OMG! Horrible!
What I did like: all four top Oscar winners gave sane, sober and articulate acceptance speeches. Bravo!
My favorite gowns were Sandra Bullock, Cate Blanchette, Kate Hudson, Pink’s red dress, Anne Hathaway, Charlize Theron, Camila Alves, and Bette Midler’s darling Red Carpet frock. By the way I loved Bette’s song tribute.
The best jewels of the night were the $15 million dollar Harry Winston rocks worn by Ms. Theron. Zooie!
Grateful the Academy had the smarts to have lucid younger stars escort and assist some of the ailing antiques: pairing Ms. Jolie with a fragile-looking Sidney Poitier, and a dithering Kim Novak with Mr. McConaughey.
Hoping next year they’ll entice Billy Crystal back to MC.
“Botox and fillers, she said, “make the younger people look old and the older people look young. Everyone looks like a homogenized 35.”—writer Carole Radziwill in a New York Times interview Feb. 26.
How could I forget Shirley in one of her iconic roles as the orphaned heroine of Johanna Spyri’s beloved children’s book? The 1937 film featured a host of character actors and actresses in memorable supporting roles, including Jean Hersholt, Arthur Treacher, and frequent co-star Mary Nash.
Watching “Heidi” is a tradition in my family that continues to this day. Even my Mexican-born husband loves the movie and its adorable star and I remember my father making us laugh with his impression of “The Grandfather” as he searched for Heidi, who’d been sold to the gypsies by her evil aunt.
And who can forget the Heidi football game debacle of 1968 when some genius at NBC cut off the last 68 seconds of play between the Oakland Raiders and New York Jets in favor of airing “Heidi?” Don’t you love it?
“So many irate fans called NBC that the network’s switchboard blew. Undeterred, people started calling the telephone company, the New York Times and the NYPD, whose emergency lines they clogged for hours.
Shortly after the Heidi debacle, the NFL inserted a clause into its TV contracts that guaranteed that all games would be broadcast completely in their home markets. For its part, NBC installed a new phone–the “Heidi Phone”–in the control room that had its own exchange and switchboard. Such a disaster, the network assured its viewers, would never be allowed to happen again.” –from History.com.