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A Life Through the Movies

AvJohn Walsh

E-bok

Engelska, 2016

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Beskrivning

A combination of wit and heartbreak in a memoir of a life intertwined with an obsession with film. A Fever Pitch for cinema lovers.‘This book will consider the influence of movies on one life, the interaction of celluloid fantasy and the growth of a personality. It’s not just a film buff’s record of his enthusiasm’s. It’s about how some films do, weirdly, change your life.’Beginning with his first cinema outing, The Mutiny on the Bounty, and tracing his passion through his growing up years to adulthood, Walsh will weave together his own life experiences with his rapturous dependence on key moments in film. He will write a funny, personal, loving account of the magic and drama of the silver screen and its ultimate, all-encompassing power to become larger than (real) life.

Produktinformation

Utgivningsdatum:2016-06-30
Språk:Engelska
Filformat:EPUB
Kopieringsskydd:LCP
ISBN:9780007441198
Förlag:HarperCollins Publishers

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Mer om författaren

John Walsh was born in 1953 in London. He Currently Assistant Editor of the Independent, he has written for and edited numerous newpapers and magazines. He has been a radio presenter and was director of the Cheltenham Festival of Literature in 1997. His previous books include 'Falling Angels' and 'Sunday at the Cross Bones'.

Recensioner i media

Praise for Falling Angels:‘A book to be relished’ – William Trevor‘The reader should be warned that this is a book that makes you laugh out loud in public. A magnificent entertainment.’ The Independent‘A warm, seamlessly well-written memoir… the prose is fluent, its craftmanship meticulous. The dialogue is dead-on: the hungry father could “eat a reverend mother’s arse through a cane chair”… Walsh’s affection for his subject matter is infectious.’ Lionel Shriver, Guardian