Tag: Frederic March
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A Star is Born, Again and Again
Oh, autumn. I could howl from dread of winter’s approach. Evenings pull in as summer’s romantic dreams fade to sepia, then fall like brittle lace down to earth. Here in Manhattan it’s the season of tourists and torch songs, of ties worn but loosened in the lingering heat of the subway. Of stilettoed boots beating…
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The Life of a Sex Zombie
Veronica Lake was in my living room yesterday morning, poised and bored, with the lissome form of a young dancer and the dead eyes of. . .well, the eyes of someone who’s seen Veronica Lake’s future. Which wouldn’t be a cheery vision. In the watchful coolness of this siren’s gaze, you’d be right to sense…
Dana Dunbaugh Burnell 