Yesterday was sort of a train wreck, and I wasn't able to keep my appointment at the Hay, which has been rescheduled for the 19th. The only work that I managed to do was writing copy for Dear Sweet Filthy World. Subterranean Press will be announcing the collection any day now. Today, I go back to work on The Chartreuse Alphabet.
Last night we continued the Hitchcock marathon with Vertigo (1958). I don't hold Vertigo in quite as high esteem as do many Hitchcock fans. My chief gripe is the great infodump known as the "letter writing scene," which comes about two thirds of the way through the film and dispels any sense of mystery in favor of letting us inside Judy Barton's head. The scene's a grave mistake, and Hitchcock knew it was a mistake and tried to cut it out, but the scene was retained at the insistence of Paramount exec Barney Balaban. Regardless, it's still a remarkable film, just a bit messier, less polished than I'm accustomed to seeing from Hitchcock, lacking the level of visual and narrative cohesion I expect from the director.
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Okay. I should try to work.