A screenplay that was never supposed to reach David Fincher ended up defining his career—and nearly every choice behind it was one someone tried to soften. Fincher had sworn off feature films after Alien 3 was recut against his wishes. The script that landed on his desk, written by Andrew Kevin Walker, ended in the … Read more
“Tesoro, ho perso il lavoro”, dissi con la voce tremante mentre entravamo nel nostro appartamento di Nashville. Marcus alzò gli occhi dal telefono e il suo sguardo passò dall’indifferenza distratta a qualcosa di molto più cupo. “Cosa? ” scattò, lasciando cadere il telefono sul piano di granito con un colpo secco. “Charlotte, dimmi che stai … Read more
Compivo sessantacinque anni seduto a un tavolo pieno di persone che amavo, quando mio genero mi fece una domanda davanti a tutti, convinto che mi avrebbe distrutto. Mi chiese come ci si sentisse a essere un fallito dopo sessantacinque anni su questa terra. Sorrideva mentre lo diceva. Voleva un pubblico. Quello che non sapeva era … Read more
Seděla proti mně a nemohla jíst, dokud ten pach seděl vedle ní. Moje budoucí snacha Sienna položila sklenku vína na mramorový stůl. Nepoložila ji jemně. Zvuk skla dopadajícího na kámen se rozezněl ostře a ledově. Ztuhnul jsem uprostřed jídelny. V náručí jsem stále svíral malou dřevěnou krabici vyřezávanou z cedru. Uvnitř byl dar od mé … Read more
Skleněná nádoba mi vyklouzla z rukou, jako by byla z ledu. Sledovala jsem, jak se moje domácí lasagne roztříští po kancelářské podlaze, červená omáčka se rozlévá jako krev po bílých dlaždicích. Ale nemohla jsem odtrhnout oči od toho, co se dělo přímo přede mnou. Můj manžel Ricardo byl přitisknutý ke svému stolu, ruce zamotané do … Read more
Mio marito mi buttò fuori di casa perché mangiavo troppo, firmando i documenti del divorzio quella stessa notte. Me ne andai con niente, solo un borsone e trentasei dollari in tasca. Vagai per le strade bagnate di pioggia, da sola. Poi vidi un volantino su un palo della luce: cercavano una matrigna, vitto e alloggio … Read more
I was four minutes late to the platform at Union Station, and by the time I dragged my carry-on through the doors of Car 7, I already knew something was wrong. The train to Washington was packed. Monday morning departure for a team traveling to pitch the biggest account our firm had seen in three … Read more
On the morning of November 29, 1981, the body of Natalie Wood was found floating in the dark water off Santa Catalina Island, approximately one mile from the 58-foot motor yacht where she had been sleeping. She was 43 years old, wearing a red down jacket over a flannel nightgown and knee-high socks, with fresh … Read more
In the summer of 1962, a writer for a state historical survey sat on the porch of a small clapboard house west of Bayou Chene and recorded the testimony of a man named Alcid Veret. Veret was 68 years old at the time. He had guided men through the Atchafalaya Basin for nearly five decades. … Read more
In the spring of 1887, a Jesuit priest named Father Anselmo Reyes traveled through Arizona Territory collecting accounts from native trackers, vaqueros, and old prospectors. He was documenting what he called the spiritual geography of the borderlands. In a small adobe house on the outskirts of Sasabe, he met a man named Cuchillo Tafoya. Tafoya … Read more