A PLACE FOR SIDEWAYS TRAINS OF THOUGHT
When I look at of the books in my library, the only thing I can remember in most cases is whether I have read them or not. Books in the second-largest category trigger one single anecdote or image and nothing else. One image which has been in my head for decades now comes from a book by Alberto... Continue Reading →
When I was a child, my family used to travel from Britain to Italy most summers to stay with my Italian grand-parents. Every time we crossed the Channel I was sick. I was given all kinds of advice, sometimes from other passengers, and I tried hard to apply their methods. I remember "stare at the... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) The train for Kandy leaves Colombo Fort just as the morning heat begins to swell. Inside the observation car the rusty fans begin to turn and tilt. We watch the platform where we stood for one, two quarters of an hour slide off our moving stage. And now we're ready... Continue Reading →
Since this place is a station, perhaps there should be some trains every now and then, so here is the brilliant opening sequence of La Bête Humaine with Jean Gabin steaming into Le Havre.