Last night, Marianne and I helped celebrate Carol Emshwiller's 90th birthday. Alas, she can no longer write because her eyesight has taken a sudden turn for the worse. She thinks, however, there may be a technological fix for this. My fingers were crossed.
And she's still one of the loveliest people you could ever hope to meet.
This afternoon, we went to a screening of the first episode of Fantomas. Fantomas was the anti-hero of a series of French black and white silent movies -- a ruthless criminal, a master of disguise, and always a step ahead of the police. In the first movie Fantomas in the Shadow of the Guillotine, the criminal is caught and almost killed, but manages to substitute an actor -- drugged and made up in his exact likeness -- to take his place. These pulp nightmares were a big hit among the surrealists and other avant-garde artists of the day, and it's easy to see why.
And this is a brief posting because . . .
I'm off to see an opera based on Gertrude Stein's writings. More tomorrow!