To commemorate the death of Roger Ebert the interminably bedroom-voiced Terry Gross is replaying an interview she had with him in 1984. We've moved on to a pre-recorded live interview with Ebert and Gene Siskel from 1996 - Ebert's talking about "the mystery of memory and of longing" in his favorite speech in a film of all time, from Citizen Kane of course - in front of an audience and she's just asked him, "The first film you actually remember seeing in a movie theatre?"
"Well," he says, "it would probably have been a Disney picture, and the one that stands out for me, for the emotional impact, was Dumbo." Something more about motherhood, misplaced laughter, and parental loss. Something about the inappropriateness of that scene - which I can really only understand as the uncanniness, the implicit horror of loss.
Everything's writ to be excoriated!
There was just a cat on my shoulders, digging his too-long claws into my skin (my fault, my fault) and purring wetly into the back of my head. Now he's lopped himself on my left arm and partway on the mousepad. He's so warm.
Apparently Apocalypse Now was one of Ebert's favorite films. Perhaps he and I both had such a hard-on for Brando not just in that film but - "spine-tingling, I mean literally, I mean, not figuratively but real tingles," Ebert says.
Wonder what else we had in common. Flying saucers? Peanut butter?
An unpalatable distaste for "tolerance"?
Anyway, I've submitted the thesis for review and will defend May 8th and I cannot wait for that. Really it's all I've wanted to do besides write my book and the manuscript's far along and I'm glad for this month to write and edit and preen more; in fact I'm using the defense date as a sort-of further deadline to have a submittable version of the book. To get me a literary agent. Perhaps I'm jinxing myself by saying committing it to
I'll be doing readings. Bluestockings and hopefully fingers-crossed Postcrypt Coffeehouse.
Toes-crossed. Eyes-crossed. Wires.