By all appearances, Bernice Kavinoky‘s “We Burn Like Candles” was a vaguely tawdry pulp romance. The hot cover art alone says that. It was published in paperback on 1.1.54. I can’t find a book review so I’m guessing it wasn’t much. I can’t even find a mini-bio of Kavinoky. But the title is excellent. Because it has a ring, and especially because there isn’t a single earth-residing person to whom this description doesn’t apply.
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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Posted on 11.27.23: “One thing that’s always bothered me about Virginia Wolff is that George and Martha’s young guests —...
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