Because dude, this is Annie Proulx. She's seventy years old and she's tough as nails and she divides her time between Wyoming and NEWFOUNDLAND, fergodsake, and in the very first paragraph of her short story "Brokeback Mountain" she has a guy peeing in his sink. And I'm not saying she would clock you with her Pulitzer, but I bet she could if she wanted to. What I'm saying here is that this is Annie Proulx, and she sure as heck doesn't give a tumbleweed fart about your, or my, good opinion.
I'm glad we got that out of the way. Because my Annie Proulx love goes way back, and while I don't expect you to love her, too (though, hey, that'd be great!), the woman demands respect with a capital R.
Everyone thanked their dear old mums, scout troop leaders, kids and consorts. More commercials, more quick wit, more clapping, beads of sweat, Stewart maybe wondering what evil star had lighted his way to this labour. Despite the technical expertise and flawlessly sleek set evocative of 1930s musicals, despite Dolly Parton whooping it up and Itzhak Perlman blending all the theme music into a single performance (he represented "culchah"), there was a kind of provincial flavour to the proceedings reminiscent of a small-town talent-show night. Clapping wildly for bad stuff enhances this. There came an atrocious act from Hustle and Flow, Three 6 Mafia's violent rendition of "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp", a favourite with the audience who knew what it knew and liked. This was a big winner, a bushel of the magic gold-coated gelded godlings going to the rap group.As you may know, I didn't watch the Oscars, but man, now I sort of wish I had, if only so that I could have invested my mosquito-like shrilling with the resonant, sardonic detail of Proulx's commentary.
After reading this piece, I was inspired to get out my copy of Close Range and re-read "Brokeback Mountain," and I'm so glad I did. I still haven't seen the movie, but that's only because I have to wait for it to come out on DVD. The minute it does, though... I mean, dude, Jake Gyllenhaal making out with Heath Ledger? Sign me up for a lifetime subscription to THAT. Colour me superficial, but if enjoying watching pretty men get it on is wrong, I don't want to be right.
If you've got a hankering for more Proulx, you should check out her official site, which contains, among other thing, her CV, a handful of her essays, and FAQs about "Brokeback," including, in answer to the question "How long did it take to write this story?" the following statement: "Roughly six months, about twice as long as it takes to write a novel." Ha!
(Thanks to Hissyfit for the link!)