Things are bleak out there.
what do you need” — jen vaf, 2013
For seventeen days as guests of the French Government and the municipality of Cannes, delegates from thirty countries saw and criticized an average of two movies a day and took turns imploring each other to save the seventh lively art and, incidentally, their own business, by making better films. With the intimacy of shipmates they gambled at the Casino, dined at every celebrated restaurant on the Riviera and attended from one to three parties a day.
Therefore the committee previewed all controversial entries in the morning. They discovered that a scheduled Czech “Puppetoon,” allegedly preaching peace, had unilaterally cast all Americans, French and British as warmongers. They ruled the film out of competition and, to the astonishment of everyone, the Czech delegation quickly consented. (It was the first time they, themselves, had seen the movie!) There was not nearly the same unanimity about the withdrawal of the Russian documentary, “Liberated China,” and Nicholas Semenov, U.S.S.R. Vice Minister for Cinema, objected strongly at a press conference.
— the NYT covers Cannes for the first time during its fourth year
But when I think harder . . . my ideal reading experience would involve time travel. I’d be 14, and in my hand would be the orange tickets that admitted to the adult section of the public library. Everything would be before me, and I would be ignorant of the shabby little compromises that novelists make, and I would be unaware that many nonfiction books are just rehashes of previous books by other writers. My eyes would be fresh.
— Hilary Mantel on reading
My grandmother was pretty baller.
(Photo circa 1990)
D.C. — not at a hotel, but at a good friend’s home. The place wafts of comforting Indian food, and I’m drinking ginger peach green tea. Waiting for P, whose bus got delayed over an hour, to arrive late tonight. Did not pack a thick sweater and now am warming my feet by placing the Mac charger upon them.