21.8.16
It happened on a Sunday when my mother was escorting my twin brother and me down the steps of the tenement where we lived. We were going to church. While walking down the hallway to the entrance of the building, we heard an incredible crash mixed with screaming and cries for help. The accident involved three cars, all with families in them. Somehow, in the confusion, I was no longer holding my mother's hand. At the place where I stood at the curb, I could see something rolling from one of the overturned cars. It stopped at the curb where I stood. It was the head of a little girl. I bent down to touch the face, to speak to it -- but before I could touch it someone carried me away
20.8.16
The first draft of Waterworld was written by Peter Radar, a Harvard graduate who wanted to get into the film business. He knew a man by the name of Brad Kevoy, an assistant for Roger Corman. Corman is known for making films very quickly, on a very low budget. They liked to give young talent a chance to direct and write their own films. Kevoy told Radar that if he could write a Mad Max rip off, he would arrange financing and let him direct his own film.
19.8.16
Private language has become a defining feature of Garner's fiction, as has regional dialect in its undiluted form. Garner nowadays regards his early novels as "fairly bad", and is particularly embarrassed about having simplified his beloved Cheshire dialect as if it were "some kind of music-hall act". Thursbitch corrects this supposed flaw with plenty of hard-core vernacular. "Oh, thee hoe thy taters", "Powsels and thrums" – these and many more erect a linguistic Pennine barrier between most of us and the (already perplexing) historical episodes. Characterisation is deliberately thin, to emphasise the superiority of ancient landscape to the ant-like humans who crawl across it.
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