Gosh you lot are incredibly well read, aren’t you? After I shared my little silent cinema shelfie a week ago, many of you returned the favour – and now I am suffering from serious library envy. It’s all to the good though – nosing through other people’s bookshelves is one of my favourite vices. And the same goes for many of you, I suspect.
Themes emerged in each bookshelf portrait – quite a few of you are devoted to silent comedy above all else, one of you has a grand passion for Rudolph Valentino, some bookshelves were adorned with figurines of favourite film-makers, and more or less everybody had a copy of The Parade’s Gone By…
Take a spin for yourselves:
Do you accept shelfies with silent and non silent classic film books?
Of course!
Delighted to see you have William Boyd’s New Confessions on your shelfie – a neglected novel. But you might want to add the granddaddy of them all, Theodore Roszak’s Flicker, a real postmodern romp through silent film and its aftermath (and a roman a cle re Pauline Kael). Lots more suggestions for Britain, France and Russia – and indeed lil’ old US of A.
Ah, Flicker is indeed on other shelf somewhere – not that I have read it yet, I must confess