December 29, 2014INDEX
Just watched The French Lieutenant's Woman for the first time, which is odd really since when it came out I was working as a film reviewer on a series of local newspapers in West London, and this is one of the films I reviewed. My failure to watch it caused some friction at the time since the editor took the view that I should see the films I review. I took the view that he should pay me for working but he thought watching a film wasn't work. It wasn't hard to review a film you hadn't seen since the distributor sent out a long synopsis and usually rather wonderful photos and of course you could always read the national newspaper reviews.
I have often thought that Don Juan, the Yaqui shaman written about by Carlos Castaneda was a psychopath. His ability to squint at the world, treating it as if it was unreal, is as good a description of the calculating, unemotional world of the psychopath as you will get. But on a day like today, when I've had very bad news, I envy Don Juan's ability to squint.
It's a beautiful day in Chatham, Medway. The barometer is virtually off the scale at 1052 (or a tad over 31 if you still do imperial). The sky is blue and the sun golden. Clear, sharp, frosty and rather wonderful.
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