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Naturist: Greens, warm wood tones, reds. So you can see the forest beyond the concrete. (Do you ever look through swatches or crayon boxes just to read the names of the shades? We do.)

Avant-Garde: Bold reds, blues, yellows, greens. For your inner superhero.

Kinetic: Cool greys and blues, intense tangerine. You move fast.

Perfectionist: Subdued colors. Your house is your retreat.

Boysen introduced its color themes for the year last week at SMX. Color Trend 2015 was created in collaboration with the Nova Paint Club and a global color research company. Look here.

Even Sondheim fans suspect that in the Sondheim oeuvre, Into The Woods is a charming bit of fluff with a couple of good songs—No One Is Alone became a kind of anthem in the campaign against AIDS. Nonetheless we recall it with great affection as a funny musical riff on Bruno Bettelheim’s analysis of classic fairy tales. Other than famous stars, the Disney film by Rob Marshall doesn’t add anything to the material: with all the special effects at its disposal the movie actually looks smaller than the stage version.

It is entertaining enough, Emily Blunt is lovely, and Johnny Depp is creepy—who knew he’d be in two Sondheim movies? Chris Pine is hysterical—is he doing an impression of the original James Tiberius Kirk, William Shatner? And of course your Mother Meryl is in it (Our mother is Sigourney). We know the Princes are a joke, but was it really necessary to make them look like Siegfried and Roy? And how come listening to the soundtrack makes us feel things, but watching the movie makes us yearn to scoot outside for more popcorn?

P.S. We thought something was missing, so we checked. It turns out Disney has Disneyfied the musical that was the very opposite of Disney. The deaths are not so distressing, and most of the sex has been taken out, including the Princes Charmings’s affairs with Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. Neutered!

1. The Devil in the Philippines by Isabelo de los Reyes, translated by Benedict Anderson et al. A comic tale by the first Filipino folklorist, first published in 1886.

2. The Map and the Territory by Michel Houellebecq. The professional troublemaker whose latest novel Submission is set in a near-future in which France is an Islamic state. Map is the life story of a successful artist who manages not to connect with any human beings in his lifetime. The prose isn’t beautiful, but his brutal representation of the world we live in is so compelling and often funny, we had to see it through.

3. Can’t and Won’t by Lydia Davis. Precise, sly, profound, no filler. Her stories may consist of five sentences, sometimes just one, but they’re not snacks, they’re full meals.

4. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. In 1958 the surviving members of the original Victorian crew of famous fictional characters recruited by Britain’s secret secret intelligence service obtain a dossier from a certain famous spy who likes his martinis shaken and not stirred. The file is a collection of literary parodies, in comics and in straight prose, featuring Virginia Woolf’s gender-shifting Orlando, Swift’s Gulliver, Fanny Hill and others.

It’s a hoot, but the report “written” by P.G. Wodehouse’s lovable dolt Bertram Wooster is not convincing at all. It doesn’t have the lightness, silliness, or the effortless wordplay—it lands with a thud. On the other hand, it comes with cardboard 3D glasses for the last chapter.

5. Tabi Po volume 2 by Mervin Malonzo. The continuation of the ambitious retelling of Noli Me Tangere, with the vital addition of aswang. The atmosphere is so thick with foreboding, not to mentioned blood and guts, that it tends to overwhelm the other elements. Not for the faint-hearted.

6. The Red Cavalry stories by Isaac Babel. We’re discussing Emergency (from Jesus’s Son) by Denis Johnson in our writing workshop, and we found out that Johnson disparages his own stories as ripoffs of Babel’s Red Cavalry. So we had to look up Red Cavalry. “The orange sun is rolling across the sky like a severed head.”

Drogon takes a nap, exhausted from trying to distract his human from reading.

19th century Japanese art featuring cats doing people stuff.

Their descendant in the media: Maru.

From Des Hommes et des Chatons. Of course a cat would be reading Murakami. And we know that Ben Affleck is super-smart, but the cat looks more convincing.