coldhearted scientist وداد

Gramsci’s Prison Notebooks are something I actually want to read. They fit my projects, too, but that is secondary.

I’ve had a very interesting adventure with this book. I discovered a photocopy of part of it, made when it was new, in connection with an article on television and traditional narrative I should have finished. I am trying to thin out my files, so I wanted to recycle it, but realized I also wanted to read it. Amazingly, our library has the book, so I can check it out … it may be dated now, but I have my reasons.

Then just out of curiosity, I looked up the author and it is this Michael Roemer, the filmmaker, and he is living, and has just had a renaissance of his popularity (he is 96). So the book is as it is because he is a film guy, not a literature guy. Which means I was quite astute to pick it up for a piece on television.

But what fascinates me more is that he is living and having a renaissance, and I rediscovered him now as well (or discovered him, really, for the first time). We should all see his films.

Axé.