I just snatched Ivan Ilyich and started it on my Kindle. I will take my time as I need to adjust to Tolstoy's style.
I also started again The Steppe, by Chekhov. I have his complete stories.
I saw the film made by the Russians of it, made in maybe 1962. I saw it in 1964, so now you get an idea of my age. This was at the Brattle Theater in Cambridge Mass.
I started to fall asleep as Yegor is leaving his home and village at nine years old to go to school. He is sad and lonely.
The story became a half dream, as I saw how to film it. Retain the sense of wonder of the boy and his sharp yet youthful perceptions, keep a bit of the feeling of a dream passing by him, and the story will carry itself along, and you will retain the magic of Chekhov.
When you are changing a story, you musn't change it too much, or you will lose the magic. I thought, well, maybe Saskatchewan. It has "steppes". And some Russian descended people with memories, or import some. Well, lots of problems to be solved.
I did as story by Sinclair Ross, set there, about a boy and his horse, and how he makes his first steps into puberty.
So you were in the UK, but not of it ?
Where are you from ?
I'm from New England, Maine, but now in upstate New York.
Have you ever read a screenplay ? Once you fall into it, it goes very quickly and smoothly. The best parts of it are "between the lines." You catch the magic and bring it to life. As much as twenty years ago, I was reading Maugham and others and the cameras were rolling, in my head.
About tragedy: I have difficulty with down and out tragedy, including Shakespeare.
Fellini, in a voice over at the end of Intervista, said, "A long time ago a producer said to me, 'What, no hope ? At least give me a ray of sunshine.' So here's a ray of sunshine.
At that point we are in a soundstage, up a little, and the door is open a crack, and there is a ray of sunshine coming in.
Nice sense of humor....
I wouldn't be surprised if it was when he was making La Strada.
Also, recently re-watched Sense and Sensibility, with Emma Thompson, and Alan Rickman (sorely missed).
That wonderful explosion of ecstasy at the wedding scene at the end.
"And for what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and to laugh at them in our turn."
- - - Mr. Bennet, Pride and Prejudice.
I relate well to that line because I grew up in a small town.......