lindad_amato wrote:Driving Miss Daisy was supposed to have taken place in the South, but I don't know where it was filmed.

Filmed in Atlanta, Georgia - the deep south for sure.

Couldn't really be further away then, could I?

I remember there being a snow scene, at the daughter's house, which is why I wouldn't have associated it with the deep south.

Atlanta - that is always associated with 'Gone with the Wind' for me.

Penelope wrote:Couldn't really be further away then, could I?

And I thought Driving Miss Daisy was filmed in Alice Springs.



Not so much a pod of whales as an anti-pod o dees.

Were there sperm whales in Driving Miss Daisy? At least the director came from the real world.

Robert Tulip wrote:

And I thought Driving Miss Daisy was filmed in Alice Springs.

No you didn't!!! You're just trying to make me feel better.

But, I have to admit, you are a clever clogs.

"So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself,
as I stood in the middle of a
dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the
gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the
south—wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to
lodge for the night, my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire
the price, and don’t be too particular."

I really like these lines .. they paint such a clear picture yet with a strangely shifting point of view.

I like the way he addresses himself: -

"So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself,

I give myself little lectures like this, do you? As though I were my own mentor?

E M Forster discusses this phenomenon in one of his books. (I think it might be 'Maurice').

Is it a sign of madness?

Penelope wrote: Is it a sign of madness?

You may be right Penny, it could be a sign of madness, but don't worry, a little madness is a good thing!

I find Melville's prose quite .. poetic ... perhaps Moby Dick can be considered a (rather lengthy) poem? It does not feel like a novel to me, more like a cross between poem and painting. Reading Melville is like wandering an art gallery and spending time to view and absorb paintings of interest.

giselle wrote;

more like a cross between poem and painting.

Well, you can say things in poems and paintings, that you can't say in real-life prose.

Like, I know what that Jesus person was getting at.....about empathy, compassion...feeling for ones fellow man. But it is hard to put into words...because you feel as though you are sitting on a high wall looking down and pontificating. But get down off the wall and be beside your fellow man, understand why...THEN...you are a saviour....then you care.

It might all be rubbish...historically speaking....but philosophically....I bloody know what it's bloody well on about..

Ishmael may seem to mutter like a nutter, but really this self-talk is about seeing his life at a crossroads, and wanting to articulate his options, in this case falling asleep in the freezing gutter against having a warm bed, even a pricey one. An internal narrative is another name for a conscience, or a guardian angel.

Robert Tulip wrote:

An internal narrative is another name for a conscience, or a guardian angel.

Well!!! I got it in spades...and it doesn't always make me popular.


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