On December 26, I had big plans. I call mid-November through mid-January my “happy season” because that’s when most of the contenders for the Academy Awards are released. These are the movie studios self-selected best films of the year, although other gems are released throughout the calendar. During the two-week period starting at Christmas and ending after the first of January, I customarily see six to eight movies. Except the day after Christmas I was sick, and the only place I would be going that day was the grocery store.
In place of going to a movie, I’d decided to read Patti Smith’s newest memoir, M Train. A day reading Patti Smith is never a compromise. Anyone who enjoyed her first memoir, Just Kids, knows it’s a gift. I embraced the gift and stopped caring about the movie I’d see in a week or two. Thanks, Patti!