Kites

During lunch yesterday I finished reading Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor. It was pretty good. It is an iteration of "the chosen one" which is one of my least favorite tropes and there are parts in the middle that drag a bit (especially as the main characters' interactions with each other get a repetitive and a little annoying...), but there's a lot that's good in it. It's especially good in the beginning when things are less clear. In parts the fantasy veers a little more towards magical realism (is the distinction just pretension? it makes sense to me, anyway). And it does a good job with the hard, unflinching prose. Anyway, later at night Mary Beth and I went to another Indie Memphis screening, the documentary All That Breathes about a family in New Delhi that does wildlife rescue for birds (non-vegetarian mostly I think because they started doing it when other animal rescue operations refused to take in birds that weren't "vegetarian") and it seems mainly kites, or at least there's some focus on kites. Mary Beth and I relate because we've been fascinated by the kites around here (a very different sort, but still, they fly the same way) for a little while. It was good! Though not cheerful fare or anything.