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[a remembrance of things past]

An online acquaintance (and subscriber to this series, for which I am, to be sure, grateful) shared this image with me today:

. . . which (a) made me sad, and (b) allows me to share with you, as/if perhaps you’ve never read it, an essay I wrote a few years back that I’m particularly keen on, and which I link for you right here.

The folk at Criterion were a delight, I’m reminded, particularly my editor there, Andrew Chan, who was quite keen on, among other things, my correctly styling the neologism “Japants.” I’m also reminded that the publication of the linked piece was delayed for a bit because the folk at Criterion had to figure out how to cope with . . .

. . . my footnotes.

Bless them.

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That’s it for today. I’m in the midst of getting some work done this afternoon to which I should return and have multiple books spread all over my desk, half of them being used as oversize bookmarks for the others. It’s messy.

Till next time,

B.

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P.S. I’ve (very) belatedly recalled that one of the other films that put in its time at the Roslyn while I was on duty was Once Is Not Enough, based on the novel by Jacqueline Susann and featuring Kirk Douglas, David Janssen, George Hamilton, the hapless Deborah Raffin, Brenda Vaccaro (who somehow copped an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress, and, I mean, good for her), and Melina Mercouri and Alexis Smith as secret lesbians.

Ms. Raffin and Mr. Douglas, neither of whom is a secret lesbian.

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P.P.S. For more on the status and future of the Roslyn Cinema, please see this story kindly provided to me by a dear high school chum.