I’m afraid to begin; well, not afraid to tackle the narrative exposition of Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but rather to place any narrative in relief against a story by William Trevor. That’s just how my entertainment panned out this past weekend up north. We were treated to Close Encounters, a film I’d never seen before, just after I’d read another story of Trevor’s, The Crippled Man, and I was left motionless on the couch, glancing left and right to see if it was safe to surface and register an opinion of the UFO moovee.
Close Encounters of the Trevor Kind
Close Encounters of the Trevor Kind
Close Encounters of the Trevor Kind
I’m afraid to begin; well, not afraid to tackle the narrative exposition of Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but rather to place any narrative in relief against a story by William Trevor. That’s just how my entertainment panned out this past weekend up north. We were treated to Close Encounters, a film I’d never seen before, just after I’d read another story of Trevor’s, The Crippled Man, and I was left motionless on the couch, glancing left and right to see if it was safe to surface and register an opinion of the UFO moovee.