Sammy and Rosie Got Laid--the movie, the script, the
Granta story about the making off--is one of my favorite works of art; it's funny, it's hot, and it uses non-realistic acting, speech, and events to present the most evocative portrayal of the middle-to-late days of Thatcher that I'm aware of. I used to be a massive fan of Hanif Kureishi's--and I still am of that early work, but the later stuff (post-
Intimacy, really) didn't grab me in the same way.
I'm thinking I should give his work another chance after reading about the
postcard from Kureishi that the proprietor of
Bookish found in a used copy of one of his books.
I had a similar experience this summer. After I
wrote about his short story/movie
My Son the Fanatic, I got a very sweet note from the man himself.
Labels: hanif kureishi, sammy and rosie get laid, theater
