In my home we eat the leftover Turkey while we give in to Christmas. I live by a strict code: no Holy or Silent Nights until after Thanksgiving. Honoring Autumn’s last hurrah is – to me – an ethical imperative. … Continue reading
Last night we saw Anna Karenina at the movies for our 7th year anniversary date. Aside from the fact that it was a visual and artistic masterpiece, we were just completely taken with the story.
This is the part where I admit I haven’t read the book. I started it, but like so many potential reads, I did not get far before I put it down for life to happen and never picked it up again.
So I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew there was something about adultery in it (and to be honest, that always made me a little weary of watching/reading it; I’m sick of the romanticized whoredom our culture is so obsessed with). And I knew it was set in Imperial Russia. That’s pretty much it.
So if you’re unfamiliar with it, I won’t ruin anything for you (but you should at least go see the movie). Gabe and I were really affected by it. We spent over an hour talking about it after we left the theater and we realized that what was so striking was actually the Gospel covered in 19th century fashion and splattered over salacious dialogue.