“the boys still do not know about the shootings, we will have to talk”

The lights are out for an impossible thirty-four minutes. For Reed-Strauss it’s a creative risk

“to call him our son. He was one of over 600,000 orphans living in Russia”

I think “where were the adults?” is the wrong question to ask…

When is a book review not exactly a book review? Revisiting an important collection of fiction.

“I wanted to film this not because I hate rabbits (I don’t)”