Trezza is going to be doing a writing workshop at Cheltenham next week as part of the other Cheltenham Festival and was up at my machine printing off some starting point images for exercises. This was one. I wonder what the exercise is, to write a monologue recording that woman’s thoughts? Mad Men is my current favourite programme and Richard Yates is high on the list of current favourite authors, his short stories are the sort of thing you can only dream of writing. One way of seeing Mad Men is as adaptation of the whole Yates oeuvre, it’s certainly a much better job of it than Revolutionary Road was; and then it appears to be shot as if Edward Hopper had directed it. So much loneliness, so many cigarettes; it must have been great to be alive there, and then. For some.
Morning Sun, 1952, Edward Hopper