I watched this on Sundance last night. Memories. I have two copies of this book in storage – I checked eBay to find out who wrote it and found the paperback going for 60 bucks. Yikes!!!
I ordered my copies straight from the publisher in 1981. Couldn’t find it in the store. The first time I saw EFNY in the theater, I flipped. I returned to the theater five times that week. I dragged a friend to see it; we blew a tire on the way and I had to borrow a flashlight from a nearby homeowner. We didn’t miss the opening. Whoo hoo!!!
Snake Plissken was probably the first movie badass I ever fell in love with. If you EVER get a chance to see this movie, check it out. It’s dated but it rocks! The second one was a miserable mess; I really thought the writers would come up with something original. No such luck. It was a pathetic rehash of the first.
Back at last. I’ve had a new PC for about two weeks. As usual, procrastination set in and I’ve been guilting myself daily until I created a nice little spot here at the kitchen table for blogging. I don’t have my desk anymore because I bought a new one, gave the old one to a friend, and the new one is still in pieces in the garage because it’s so heavy and we’re all OLD here now and nobody has the upper body strength to carry it into the library.
Les Miserables is in storage; it’s a paperback and most of my paperbacks are in my Uncle Bob’s Storage container. But this book had a profound effect on me. I’ve got two tales associated with this astonishing piece of literature.
In high school, one teacher gave us a writing assignment: What would you do with a million dollars? I had just finished reading “Les Mis” and was dying to discuss it. So I wrote an essay about how I would wander the Paris streets just like Jean Valjean. I added other literary references as well; I had also just completed Crime and Punishment and Raskolnikov’s adventures figured into my essay as well. I’m 99.999999% certain that Oliver Twist made the cut too.
Needless to say, the teacher read the paper to the entire class and I was humiliated (but in a good way). My teachers made a career out of underestimating me in high school. I was a dork, read all the time and smoked a lot of pot. But when I put pen to paper, they usually took notice.
The incident surrounding story number two took place back in the 80s. Les Miserables, the musical, came to Columbus for the first time. I was ecstatic!!!! I bought tickets for both me and my best friend, Sarah, and we dressed up for the show, heels and all. I parked a couple of blocks away from the Ohio Theater to save some bucks and on the walk to the theater, I stepped off an uneven curb and DOWN I went. I sprained my ankle big time, tore my dress, ripped my hose. I switched shoes with Sarah and limped my way to the theater, dragged my sorry ass up to the nosebleed seats and made the most out of it. I was NOT about to waste a hundred bucks on an accident.
The nouveau riche of Columbus stared at me like the uncultured idiots that they were. Not one person inquired about my condition or offered to help me up the stairs. And I was in pain. I tried not to cry too much, but Les Mis inspires tears anyway so I didn’t feel to awkward during the show. I was also lucky enough to have an aisle seat so I could extend my leg into the aisle and alleviate my suffering.
I’ve seen Les Mis twice since without incident. But that first time – that will go down as one of my top 10 stories.