For example, the Chicago Board of Censors required a cut, in Reel 3, of the scene with the wife at the mantle and her lover on the couch and the first kissing scene between wife and lover where Akira discovers them. I don't read a lot of short story collections, so it was nice to read something a little different this time around. This time I'm reviewing the short story collection The Theater of Dusk by Lizbeth Gabriel.
Like many American films of the time, The Temple of Dusk was subject to cuts by city and state film censorship boards. The Theater of Dusk consists of thirteen short stories, each self-contained, stand-alone narratives. Barrows as Pembroke Wilson (credited as Henry Barrows) An allegorical scene shows Akira and Ruth entering the Temple of Dusk together. He escapes from prison to visit the child and is shot by a guard. Akira agrees to accompany the child and father to America, and when the American is accused of the murder of a man who entered his home, Akira assumes the guilt. Three years elapse and Ruth dies of an illness, leaving a baby in the poet's care. He is much saddened, however, when she marries an American. Plot Īs described in a film magazine, Akira (Hayakawa), a Japanese poet who lives in Tokyo, falls in love with an American, Ruth Vale (Novak), who has grown to womanhood under his father's care. It was produced by Sessue Hayakawa's Haworth Pictures Corporation. It's a small miracle.The Temple of Dusk is a lost 1918 American silent drama film directed by James Young. The bottle could have been lost, broken, and yet. The bottle reached a shore and someone found it and read it. I hid a message in a bottle and threw it in the sea.
They identified with my stories and my heroes and got something out of it. My writing is intimate, unusual, sad and weird, and what do you know, someone else out there, a person I've never met, read it and liked it.
I write about loss, deceit, self-doubt, betrayal, suicide, killers. It doesn't surprise me because I consider myself a bad writer, but because my subject matter isn't easy. I casually browse my Goodreads Author page and a complete stranger has left a four or five star review for my published book, the Theater of Dusk. It's vastly different when random strangers enjoy your book. When your friends like your writing, there is always a nagging suspition at the back of your head: they say they enjoy it because they are your friends.
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