Perhaps its thanks to the editing for compiling what was originally diaries and letters to a cohesive narrative with dazzling images and significance but it read like some of the best of Joan Didion. There’s a lot I felt I could read in-between what was not said in the ellipses. So many great scenes like the tiger being loaded into the plane causing consternation to the passengers and pilot, Eleanor herself walking by the tiger after hearing two separate stories involving it, the scene with Francis describing how he is incapable of staging a scene as so naturally captured in the blackout among his friends at dinner, to me it seemed to describe this poetic inability to experience actuality, his wife, his kids, his friends, the blackouts in the Philippines– the very real world, and he can appreciate it only through the lens of how it would appear on the silver screen, the representation of life over life itself like the Truffaut quote. While Eleanor was relating this with almost a sense of wonder, admiration for her husband, there was another layer to it for me that spoke about ineffectuality, and authenticity of an experience, versus manifesting experience artificially which is the nature of film. As she seems to start to come that conclusion herself. Also, in documenting the manufacturing of scenes in Eleanor’s efforts as documentation of her husband’s fiction as depicted in Hearts of Darkness. It’s telling that almost anytime Francis is talked about in the book it’s almost always mentioned that he is angry or unsure of himself. There’s a beauty in the writing of this book that lifts itself out of the reality to which it is attempting to depict of the making of one of our greatest American fictions.
“I was thinking about Disneyland and about moviemaking. Disneyland doesn’t discriminate between the real and the illusion… It is all there, our dream world, and our waking world together. Most of the time we are in a duality.” ( 97)
“Knowing that what is in front of me has to be tended to, not resisted or escaped from.” (169)
“I feel as though a certain discrimination is missing, that fine discrimination that draws the line between what is visionary and what is madness.” (176)
“I looked back. It looked like a beautiful movie” (281)
“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream--making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams...No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone...While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.”- Joseph Conrad Heart of Darkness