J. P. Donleavy and Stephen Frears, two princes of poignance

A small boy tastes salt at the corners of his mouth. His legs feel shaky and his lungs heave. He’d counted on Tillie to see him through his first night in this dormitory but instead had to watch as all the stuffing was wrenched out of her by a pack of fellow-inmates — by way [...]

A poet of the silver screen

DesmondSwords to BaronCharlus: My philosophy is, there is the best poem in the world on a piece of paper, locked in a drawer, and no one has read it but the author. Now whether that poem appears in a billion books or one piece of paper, it is the same text, and that is my [...]