You know how it is when you find something you love and instantly you want everyone you know to love it, too? Here is a list of things the Beehive is into at this very moment. We invite you to share your obsession in the comments.
Kathy: I can’t get enough of “Chelsea Lately”. The show cracks me up, especially the monologues and snarky round table. It is the perfect way to unwind after work before jumping into weekly shows like “American Idol.” Plus, it’s worth tuning in to see Chelsea Handler’s slammin’ shoes. So envious.
Mike Oz: There are many things I like right now — Matt & Kim, South Park, the weather — but there’s only thing that’s at full-blown obession level. It’s not much of a surprise, really — 24.” This season has really brought back the luster and thrust “24″ back into the top tier of TV. I bow to you, Jack Bauer, and I can’t wait to see how you save the world this time.
Heather: Lately I’ve been obsessed with reading Kathy Reichs’ crime novels. Reichs is a forensic anthropologist and the inspiration for the TV show “Bones,” which I am also slightly obsessed with, and
mostly not just because it stars Angel. The books aren’t exactly great literature, but they’re interesting, and I’m pretty sure by the time I finish reading them I’ll be able to commit the perfect crime. Mwah-haha.
Donald: I am currently obsessed with Istanbul. As in used to be Constantinople. As in Turkey. I’m just finishing up a novel by the Turkish writer Elif Safak titled “The Bastard of Istanbul,” and through it I’ve gotten completely caught up in the colorful, turbulent rhythms of this ancient city. Set in the present day, the book focuses on an extended Turkish family living in Istanbul. When a distant Armenian-American relative — a young woman trying to make sense of her own mixed Armenian-Turkish identity — arrives for a visit, it opens up old wounds.
What I like so much about this book is the way it handles the hot-button issue of the history between the Turks and the Armenians. In a passage that will stick with me long after I’ve finished the book, an Armenian character living in Istanbul explains why he never wanted to emigrate to America. In Turkey, he says, he lives alongside Turks and interacts with them on a variety of levels: social, personal, official. The topic of the Armenian genocide — and, yes, Safak uses that term, for which she was ultimately prosecuted by the Turkish government for “insulting Turkishness” (with the charges later being dropped) — is still present, but decades of Turks and Armenians living side by side in the country have smoothed some of the subject’s raw emotional edges. But for members of the Armenian diaspora who have literally never met a Turk, except in stories about their atrocities, it’s much easier to keep the hatred white-hot, the Armenian character in the novel says.
So, besides turning me on to the intricacies of modern-day life in Istanbul, and introducing me to some of the delectable foods and customs of that culture, I’ve also been thinking about the heavy burden of historical memory. When does one learn from the past, and when does one try to move on? In the meantime, I’ve wasted several hours online researching package tours to Istanbul and dreaming.
Your turn. What’s got you obsessed?