‘Birth’ (P.S.)

This is a post-scriptum to my previous entry (which includes my latest film). I've never done one of these before, but when there are discoveries triggering such effusions of belated emotion and refracted recognition, it's only fair that one acknowledges them. Thanks to a beautiful book on translation by Kate Briggs, I've come upon a brief essay by Elena Ferrante about a sentence in (Gustave Flaubert's?) 'Madame Bovary' that has pursued her throughout the years since, at fourteen, she read the novel in the original French...

An Experiment in Non-Smoking (III): Reading Lesley Stern’s ‘The Smoking Book’

David Bowie ("Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth …") makes a stellar appearance in 'The Smoking Book'. In 'Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence', playing a war prisoner about to become ashes to ashes, Bowie mimes the act of having a last cigarette. In Stern's story, the narrator's cigarette is put on hold (…) and the description of Bowie's enactment (already a ghost of the real act) operates as the substitute of her own smoking...