Though I ought to have spent yesterday working on "Le Meneur des loups," I'd only slept about four hours, and there was no way in fuck that a coherent sentence was going to make it from my head onto paper. So, instead, we drove down to South County, to Moonstone Beach. We'd not visited Moonstone since May 12th of 2014, which seems very, very strange, given how often we went there during our first few years in Rhode Island. For a long time, it was "our" beach. And then, inexplicably, I fell out of love with the sea. Anyway, it was about 4 p.m. when we reached the shore. The sun was high and hot, despite a cool breeze. There were a few other people, all seeming various shades of bored and sun-addled. We didn't stay long, about half an hour. We likely spent two and a half hours driving, there and back (and there was back traffic heading back into Providence), for half an hour on the sand. Which is bullshit. But it was my fault we didn't stay longer. There are a few photographs, behind the cut:
View to the west.
View to the east (the Block Island Ferry is a white speck on the water).
There were piping plovers (Charadrius melodus melodus). This one kept dashing past were we were sitting.
...and there he goes again.
Photographs Copyright © 2015 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
We saw the pilot for Aquarius last night, and I'm sad to say I was very disappointed. David Duchovny is charming, because David Duchovny is always charming. But he hasn't much more to do here but wander about like Hank Moody in Joe Friday drag, delivering one liners and forgetting to Mirandize people (Miranda was new in 1967). His partner is played by some guy named Grey Damon whose douchebro haircut is one of the show's most annoying anachronisms. I saw a reviewer somewhere say that the show wears the sixties like an ill-fitting costume. Indeed. Anyway, the central storyline – the hunt for Charles Manson – is almost immediately sidetracked by an off-the-shelf "crime of the week" plot. As for Manson, Gethin Anthony plays him with absolutely no trace whatsoever of the killer's nightmarish charisma and lunacy. In the age of The Wire, Fargo, and True Detective, I expect a lot more from a detective show, even one airing on NBC. After all, this is the same network that's bringing us the far darker, far edgier, infinitely more artful Hannibal. Did I mention the lackluster writing?
On the other hand, we watched the first five or six episodes of AMC's Halt and Catch Fire. Unlike Aquarius, this series nails its period setting, which happens to be Dallas ca. 1983. The writing is sharp, and the actors bring passion and conviction to their roles. One of my personal litmus tests for great storytelling – no matter the medium – is the ability to fascinate me with something that, normally, doesn't interest me in the least. In this case, it's the development of the personal computer. I was very pleased to see that its been renewed for a second season.
I need to try to work.