Bringing sexy back.
We had quite the Sunday night. I finished Kris Radish’s book The Sunday List of Dreams, and we saw the movies Perfume and Little Children. All three are thematically linked by stories of sexual repression.
In Perfume the protagonist is killing women in order to capture their scent. In Little Children unfaithful partners are endulging in the sex they don’t get at home and sexual predators are trying to control themselves.
As I say, it was quite the Sunday.
Kris Radish’s book stands well above the movies though.
The Sunday List of Dreams is about Connie, retired nurse, getting on with her list of dreams.
1. Stop being afraid.
2. Let go.
3. Get rid of SHIT. Starting with the garage.
Funny enough it’s the shit in the garage that gets her into shit.
Connie discovers a box of files belonging to her oldest daughter Jessica. Jessica lives in New York and is a very busy CEO of a manufacturing company. Connie lives in the Mid-West. Her other two daughters are happily married with children. But Jessica has gone astray. They don’t talk as much as Connie would like.
Well it turns out the box of files contains early business plans and sketches for Jessica’s company. She sells sex toys.
That’s enough to jump start Connie. She on a plane to New York to find out what the hell Jessica is up to. Mother madness. Full panic. Rescue Jessica.
There is a very funny oh-my-god moment (for both mother and daughter) as Connie enters Jessica’s store for the first time.
Nothing like seeing your mother surrounded by dildos. Nothing like visiting your daughter’s sex shop for the first time.
Things, of course, fall apart and come together, and despite very few plot surprises, The Sunday List of Dreams is a good romp.
One of my favourite lines in the book:
Quote: Look at yourself. Not your face, sweetie, your self … If you are giving driving directions to someone else it really helps to know the map.
—The Sunday List of Dreams by Kris Radish