"Barry N. Malzberg - Ready When You Are" - читать интересную книгу автора (Malzberg Barry N)

the
world. In Zaire, voices dubbed in Swahili would articulate the
political
subtext; in Sweden, actors with heavy American accents would put dour
Scandinavian words to the Finzie vision of compassion transcendent.
Premier filmmaker to the world, orphan king of the 21st century, he
feels
the spectacular glow of close-in lights heating his features to ruddy
and
tumescent glory.
 So Finzie, superhero, once tormented film-struck kid in the Flatlands
of
Brooklyn but now creator, producer, and director of a dozen
increasingly
important films limning the alienation and splendor of post-industrial
circumstance, modestly accepts the laurel of the Leaf of Gold from the
chairman of the jury, bows to the convulsion of applause which storms
through the auditorium, then holds the microphone to make a brief
speech
which will be translated simultaneously into twenty languages and
broadcast throughout the world. Hot stuff for the kid from Brooklyn.
Eve
Harlow stares adoringly from the audience, doubtless recalling their
afternoon of love and the role which he had promised her in the new
trilogy, and Finzie nods at her wisely, distantly, seeking to keep
their
relationship private even at this moment of such public triumph.
"Those visions," he says, "those visions which we hold to ourselves in
the clutch of night, those dreams of childhood splendor, it is my
earnest
hope that I will bring these dreams, that child to splendor, to the
world.
I think the true filmmaker is not only a visionary but a seer, a
reconstructionist who can make the crooked laces straight and the rough
places plain. For that and in that spirit I accept your award." And so
he
does. The applause is tumultuous, it beats at him like the wings of a
covey of birds, flushed from the auditorium, flushed from memory.
Finzie
can see the camera coming in on dolly, the close-up of his graceful yet
subtly tormented face slowly dissolving then, cracking open in the heat
and light to the face of the kid who might have been. Might not have
been.
It is difficult to tell, the past is as fluid, as shapeless as the
present, it seems to shift under his attention just as sometimes during
the conjoinment of love it all slips into the liquefied dark and he
must
begin again and again. Finzie, filmmaker to the world, splendid issue
and
prince of light, addresses the audience at Cannes clutching his Leaf of