textual excursions

today i saw Visconti's adaptation of l'étranger. it was quite lovely. i didn't cry but was swept by several waves of emotion. nicely depicted. i need more Visconti now. lucky for saturday night. Anna Karina's performance was quite disappointing (though i guess it's not the best character ever), but Marcello Mastrionni was great (despite being more butch than the Meursault I imagine). and it was kind of odd that everyone spoke italian in french-algeria.


then i walked to Place Saint Sulpice, where Georges Perec wrote Tentative d'épuisement d'un lieu parisien. I sat on a chair and didn't feel anything. i faced an Yves Saint Laurent shop, and to my right was Lacroix. yes, i think this place has changed in the last 36 years. it smelt of money, it was very clean, there was little trace of what Perec found here. though i did see a number 70 bus go past.

love runs smooth. i received three emails from him today. i sent him two. saturday night is confirmed.