Five for the Weekend

Rebecca Marx

21 Nov 2025 — 1 min read

A brief weekly send-off with some things that are good.

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life (Jane Austen a Gâché Ma Vie): A very French movie about a woman who loves Jane Austen, it's got dry humor (again, French), believable complications, and a grouchy heroine. So, my kind of romantic comedy.
After the Funeral. Having first climbed aboard the Tessa Hadley train with her 2024 novella The Party, I'm now thoroughly engrossed in her 2023 short story collection (thanks, Michele!).
Baking With Dorie's caramel apple crisp. Let us now sing the praises of homely desserts and the reliable genius of Dorie Greenspan.
In the Dark: Blood Relatives. I burned out on Serial-style podcasts about a decade ago, and yet I can't get enough of this one, a whodunit about the White House Farm murders, a family massacre that shook Britain in the 1980s.
I'm never not in a Coney Island Baby state of mind.

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