Eighteen years ago. It’s spring. Filmmaker and I are driving around Pittsburgh. It’s his first time in the States, having arrived the day before from London. He’s come to collaborate on a new film adaptation of my story “Traumatic Descent,” and today we’re out looking at locations, places that might provide backdrops for a tale about a slow-burn descent into madness.
We drive down Ohio River Boulevard, past the chemical plants and coke ovens of Neville Island and into the brick-...
Published on September 24, 2018 04:01