“In your eyes lies a fortune. Come and act in front of my cameras, and I will help make it.”
- Charles Pathe (motion picture pioneer), note to stage actor Max Linder, c. 1905
Between rehearsals, concerts, and book-related things, of late I’ve managed to squeeze in some reading for pleasure:
The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes. I can’t say enough about this recent novella of Barnes’. It’s a quiet, devastating/uplifting book about memories and remorse. Don’t know how he does it.
The New Yorker, February 27/12 issue: “The Artists: Notes on a Lost Style of Acting” by David Denby. A fascinating article about the silent film era, during which the techniques used by actors allowed them to convey meaning beyond words – second nature for the musician in me, but interesting for the writer to chew on:
“The stories of silent [movies] may often have been elemental, yet, within the broad outlines, the artists among the actors could bring out shadings that had no immediate analogue into language. The ineffable had been re-introduced into art.”
Readings of a different sort…
A Certain Grace book launch dates:
April 15, 4:00
The Company House
2202 Gottingen St, Halifax
May 29, 7:00
Quattro Books’ Spring Launch
The Supermarket Restaurant
268 Augusta Ave, Toronto
I hope some Dear Readers will be able to join the fun. If not, I’d be pleased to ship a signed copy through my website’s PayPal setup.
Meanwhile, here’s a fantastic piece of silent screen wizardry, Buster Keaton’s 22-minute short, The Playhouse. There has never been a funnier parody of orchestral musicians; no words necessary. The opening sequence is brilliant.