so i was out with a friend yesterday to buy an ether-net cable of my laptop. we were wandering around and stopped by this rare and used-book store, great little place. sparse lighting, classing music playing, huge shelves set up at weird angles, books stuffed everywhere, and on any and every obscure subject you can think of. claustrophobic, but charming. we wander through there then go down to this basement room full of paperbacks. i check out this shelf full of pulp novels, which i havent previously seen, and am bewhildered when i find a battered old novel called The Uninvited. the book is the basis for this 1944 ghostly love-story movie of the same name, which i love but never saw all the way though. this is the same store i found an old paperback copy of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House.
so yeah ... who else adores those musty old places and movies prior to techicolor?
so yeah ... who else adores those musty old places and movies prior to techicolor?