One of my guilty pleasures when traveling is a trip to any near-my-hotel movie theater. Often, I can finesse this as an effort to identify "local color" -- the quirky indie palace that Judy Blume built in Key West, the terrific museum-slash-screening-room in Miami. It's a different story in San Juan, Puerto Rico. The Caribbean Cinema is just like AMC -- by another name. What I can say is that it's really nice to see a movie without the Nicole Kidman speech. Without the guy who drives a race-car. Without the booming voice and its nonsense declaration: "LIGHT is OUR HERO...." I felt a little more virtuous when I visited the bookstore. There in San Juan, I picked up "Dear Dolly," a series of "agony aunt" letters that Dolly Alderton wrote for publication in her early thirties. Immediately afterward, I met a waitress with an abiding passion for Alderton's work. "I read her memoir last year....and I plan to read it again one decade ...
"The Correspondent" is an unusual mystery story. Sybil has a secret about her past; the secret rears its head in the present. In the present, family relationships are strained and Sybil herself sometimes behaves in odd ways. Sybil's daughter--Fiona--is determined to solve the mystery. Fiona enlists the help of a family friend, Rosalie. But Sybil sees this bond as a kind of betrayal. Ruptures occur; Rosalie keeps pushing. In a heroic display of self-control, Sybil decides to make a change. She hears her friend; she recognizes good intentions. She offers a confession. All is (sort of) well. As the family story unspools itself, little subplots pop up. These are like the victim stories on "The Pitt." A Syrian desk worker tries to climb the professional ladder in the United States. A beleaguered Dean of English considers allowing non-students to audit courses at the University of Maryland. Joan Didion--yes, Joan Didion!--seeks editorial feedback for her draft of ...