For some reason I am digging out my old copy of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. My recent unpleasantness with surgery and prostrate blues seems more absurd and comical than anything else. I hope that reading the book again and watching the movie will help me laugh out loud at the human situation...from war, my time in the military and the 16 months in Uijongbu, Korea, and now, aging.
The movie is a marvel; I have watched it many times and will likely watch it again soon, as long as I can sit still for two plus hours. It was filmed in part in San Carlos, Sonora. Carole and I have been to the site–the beach at any rate–as a sort of homage, while visiting Mexico some years ago.
I haven't wanted to go to Mexico for a number of years for the obvious reasons but so many friends continue to go to San Carlos or further south to Alamos I suppose we are building up courage to visit both places again, perhaps for the last time.
The story of WWII fought in the Mediterranean near Sicily turns up in Andrea Camillieri's books on Commissario Salvo Montalbano. Occasionally, the plots touch on the war, and the bombing of Sicily and the fictional town of Vigata by the Allies.