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By Katy Shick || viewed at a/perture cinema

In the opening scenes of The Sense of an Ending, Tony Webster, played by Jim Broadbent, an aging owner of a vintage camera shop, reflects that emotions felt in one’s youth promise to propel one into a different, better life while emotions experienced in later life only serve to validate one’s choices. As Tony goes about his morning—coffee at home alone, a small shop with no customers, lunch in the park alone—he reveals that the life he is attempting to justify is actually a fairly lonely existence. Yet, over the course of his day he speaks pleasantly to his ex-wife and grown daughter on the phone, so clearly his life was not always so sad. So, what happened? The answer to this question and the mystery surrounding a key period in Tony’s youth serve as the heart of the narrative, which is based on the novel by Julian Barnes. What the viewer discovers is that Tony’s path to becoming a “curmudgeon” wasn’t straight, but a complicated journey guided by misperception and self-delusion.

When Tony arrives at his camera shop at the beginning of the story, he begins sorting through the mail. Distracted first by a chatty customer and then by his daughter’s request to accompany her to her Lamaze class, Tony finally returns to the letter to discover that he has inherited a diary from the mother of Veronica Ford, an old girlfriend from college. When he goes to her lawyer’s office, he is told that Veronica has the diary and has refused to give it back. His curiosity piqued and his ego ruffled, he becomes insistent that the diary is his property and requests a meeting with Veronica. She reluctantly meets him for breakfast, but is cold and reserved, finally handing him a sealed letter and leaving him when he demands the diary’s return. What he discovers in the letter challenges his interpretation of their break up as well as his own perception of himself as a good person. As he digs deeper into his relationship with Veronica, her family, and a high school classmate, he discovers that much of what he believes to be true, and much of the hurt he has held onto for the majority of his life is, in fact, a tragic misconception.

The majority of the story switches between Tony’s present life and flashbacks to his relationship with Veronica in college during the late 1960s. In the present day, Tony has a pleasant but far from warm relationship with his ex-wife, Margaret, played by Harriet Walter as well as his daughter, Susie, played by Michelle Dockery. When he meets with Margaret at a café, she patiently listens to his complaints like a woman who has many years’ experience hearing his justifications. They do not discuss their divorce. Although they seem amicable, her weariness and the fact that he operates a Leica camera shop, the very brand of camera to which Veronica was partial, hint at the reason. Likewise, his relationship with Susie seems pleasant, if cool. He is obviously her second choice for a Lamaze partner, and she seems surprised when he expresses a desire to share with her some of the details of his youth. With both women, Tony seems to be a distant, difficult to love man caught up in himself.

As a young man, Tony seems much more open and innocent. He meets Veronica at a party, and she talks to him about her camera. When he spends a weekend with her family, Tony is frustrated by Veronica’s aloofness and confused by her mixed signals. He is charmed, however, by her family, especially her mother, played by Emily Mortimer, who seems warm and open, an impression that fuels his later obsession with the diary she leaves to him. Back at school he is a happy young man amid his classmates. He admires a fellow classmate’s bold interpretation of history, and he and his friends talk excitedly about their future pursuits.

This portrait of a young man, interested in becoming a poet, who is jovial and open, is destroyed by the betrayal of one of his friends, Adrian, who begins dating Veronica after Tony and she have broken up. In a fit of wounded passion, he writes a nasty letter to Adrian, and it is this letter that Veronica hands to him forty years later. For the majority of his life, he has held a belief in the betrayal of his friend and former lover that fuels his decline into a sad and lonely old man. His sense of wrong is so great that he manages to shape the events around that discovery to suit his own purposes. It is only when he learns the whole truth that he can begin to step back and objectively look at his behavior. In doing so, he begins to find his “sense of an ending” to the affair and begins to look again at the real life he currently leads that promises true happiness with his daughter and new baby.

The Sense of an Ending becomes one of those films that blossoms at the end and continues to grow in the mind on the way home. A small story of a man searching for answers from a very brief point in his past, it unfolds slowly (maybe a little too slowly for a Friday evening showing after a long work week). Deliberate to keep Tony’s secret and focus on older Tony’s calcified view of his life, screenwriter Nick Payne maintains this point of view through the revealing of his past, which holds the viewer’s sympathy for Tony. Director Ritesh Batra does a fine job juxtaposing scenes from the present with the revelation of Tony’s secret from the past. At times the film gives too much screen time to the older Tony when the viewer might be better satisfied with a more complete portrait of young Tony, Veronica, Adrian, and Veronica’s mother, but the time with older Tony is not wasted.

The film also is supported by a fine cast, most notably Jim Broadbent as the older Tony and Charlotte Rampling as the older Veronica. Broadbent lends a humanity to Tony’s curmudgeon that keeps him from falling into a two dimensional caricature of a bitter old man. Broadbent’s Tony has hardened over the years and does seem to suffer from a lack of objectivity, but one gets the impression that a good father is waiting just under the surface. Rampling’s Veronica practically steals every scene she appears in. Bitter and cold but justified, she has no patience with Tony and proves to be the one point of his past that he has no control over. Many fine actors play small, almost bit parts. Emily Mortimer has very little screen time, but she creates an enigmatic character hard to understand even at the end when we learn more about her. Matthew Goode is a high school teacher, and James Wilby is Veronica’s father. Perhaps the most delightful character with only a brief part is the chatty would be shopper at Tony’s camera store played by Oliver Maltman, most notable for his portrayal as the son in Another Year.

Many critics have argued that the film softens too much of the pain of Tony’s discovery that the prize winning novel brings with such force. Often films do not capture what a particular novel conveyed so well. At the same time, however, many films tell stories of their own, alongside or beyond a novel. The viewer who comes to this film without having read the novel won’t know the difference and will see Tony’s softness as another dimension of his character, not simply a departure from the novel. The viewer who has read the novel will perhaps see the same thing. Either way The Sense of an Ending will ask him or her to consider how our perception of what is true can be shaped by our own expectations, and they will experience the story of a good man who made a terrible mistake—a request that is never a waste of time.

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CCD Presents: Poetry by Peter Venable

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Winston-Salem Writers||Peter Venable

The Hour Before

At Blackwater Baptist cemetery,

behind the loose-shingled steeple

a massive cedar shades                                

lichen-capped tombstones

bent askew by centuries

of blistering heat and pitiless ice

as I wait beneath, bough-shaded,

 

for the service under a blue tent

some seventy feet away where her body

rests in its wooden cocoon.

 

Dragonflies surf heatwaves

as sweat soaks my collar and tie.

 

Strange

how spacetime curves into that

black hole singularity

under the coffin,

 

and how the vision of her smiling face—

beatific—beams through the tears to come.

 

 

5 a.m.

From the deck

I sense a million tiny eyes probe mine

behind silhouettes of trees and shrubs.

 

The dank air whirls with spirals of light

and a crescent moon blushes

under dawn’s pink ruffles.

 

 

Spooning

Spooning submerged granola

under strawberry yogurt

in a wine glass is like—nothing! 

Any simile profanes.

 

Spooning granola

under strawberry yogurt

is pure metaphor—transporting me,

spoonful after spoonful

 

as I shut my eyelids

 

munching, slurping, tasting, swallowing

 

until I scrape up the last crunch

 

and lick

 

the last

 

pink

 

drop.

 

Peter Venable has written both free and metric verse for over fifty years. He has been published in Prairie Messenger, Torrid Literature Journal, Third Wednesday, Windhover – A Journal of Christian Literature, Flying South 2016, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. Visit him at petervenable.com

Founded in 2005, Winston-Salem Writers is a group of writers who write fiction, non-fiction, plays and poetry, and who care about the art and craft of writing. They offer programs, workshops, critique groups, open mic nights, contests and writers’ nights out for both beginning writers and published authors. For more information, click HERE.

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Celebrate Historic Preservation Month with events around the county

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Historic Preservation Month is being observed in May with lectures, walking and trolley tours of historic sites, the unveiling of two new local historic markers and more.

Events began May 2 with the first of four guided “Trail Mix” walking tours in Bethania with a trek along Bethania’s historic Orchard Trail. This trail walk will be repeated May 13 at 9 a.m. Trail walks along the Reuter trail are scheduled for May 16 at 1 p.m. and May 27 at 9 a.m.

The Forsyth County Historic Resources Commission will unveil a historic marker at 3 p.m. May 7 for the Samuel and Sarah Stauber Farm at 6085 Bethania-Tobaccoville Road. A historic marker about the Brothers Spring and the African School in what is now Happy Hill Park will be unveiled at 1 p.m. May 20 at the park. The unveiling will be followed by a tour of the Happy Hill neighborhood by Cheryl Harry, the director of African-American programming for Old Salem.

On May 18, the Commission and the Black History Archives of Winston-Salem will host a trolley tour of the historic residences along East 14th Street. Trolley tours will also be held May 20 along the old streetcar routes in Winston-Salem, and of the expanded Old Salem National Historic Landmark.

And on May 25, the Commission will hold an architectural tour of downtown Winston-Salem at noon, beginning at Mission Pizza Napoletana, 707 N. Trade St.

Also on May 25, Preservation Forsyth will present its 2017 Preservation Awards at 6:30 p.m. at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, 520 Summit St. Margaret Smith, a retired Wake Forest University professor, will be the featured speaker.

Also during Historic Preservation Month:

  • Old Salem will hold “lunch and learn” programs at noon on Wednesdays in May in the James A. Gray Auditorium in the Old Salem Visitors Center, 900 Old Salem Road.
  • Historic Preservation Month Event in Clemmons May 6th and 13th from 8:30a.m. – 12 noon at the Clemmons Village Hall (3715 Clemmons Road) Learn about the history of E. T. Clemmons “Hattie Butner” stagecoach at open houses in the village hall (taking place at the same time as the Village of Clemmons Farmer’s Market.)
  • MESDA, 924 S. Main St., will hold a program on the evolving “period” room at 2 p.m. May 12. Admission is $20.
  • The Kernersville Historic Preservation Society will hold a tour of St. Paul’s pre-Civil War black cemetery at 6 p.m. May 15 at 711 S. Main St., Kernersville; and on May 23 Korner’s Folly, 413 S. Main St., Kernersville, will present Benjamin Briggs, the executive director of Preservation Greensboro, speaking on historic preservation at 6:30 p.m. Admission is $5.
  • Soprano Laura Ingram Semilian will sing songs from the 1800s at 6:30 p.m. May 16 at the Walkertown Branch Library, 2969 Main St., Walkertown.
  • Reynolda House Museum of American Art will host a free tour of the Reynolda House grounds and gardens at 2 p.m. May 19.
  • The Rural Hall Historic Train Depot and Railroad Museum will hold an open house and family day from 11:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. May 20 at 8170 Depot St., Rural Hall; and the Rural Hall Historical Museum will hold an open house from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. May 20 at 145 Bethania St., Rural Hall.
  • Bethania will host a lunch and learn on “Bethania: Wachovia’s First Planned Community,” at noon May 31 at the Bethania Visitors Center, 5393 Ham Horton Lane, Bethania.
  • Salem College will host presentations by its historic preservation and public history students at 6 p.m. May 9 in the Club Dining Room of the Refectory, 601 S. Church St.

For more information about Historic Preservation Month events go to CityofWS.org/HRC or contact Michelle McCullough at 336-747-7063.

To view a downloadable calendar of events, click HERE.

Historic Preservation Month activities are presented and coordinated by Preservation Month Partners, a collaboration of the Forsyth County Historic Resources Commission, Old Salem Museums & Gardens, Preservation Forsyth, Reynolda House Museum of American Art and the Town of Bethania.

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CCD Presents: Swept Away! Jimmy Pro Washes Out In Terlingua Creek by William C. Crawford

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by William C. Crawford || Winston-Salem Writers

 

Swept Away! Jimmy Pro Washes Out In Terlingua Creek

A wash-off in the Big Bend Country of Texas may closely resemble an arroyo in neighboring New Mexico. Both are ephemeral streams carrying big water only during winter storms and monsoon season.

The terms are often used interchangeably in the American Southwest. As water wears away geoforms, a deep gully forms from the fast moving current. Some of these irregular fissures are elevated with proper names. Terlingua Creek in Brewster County, Texas falls into this category. But hey! I am getting ahead of myself.

Jimmy Pro runs a mythical tourist agency dubbed OzQuest. I and a couple of other friends are his only real clients. Jimmy huddles at his fading computer in Sydney and churns out resos and itineraries. When I least expect it, an email pops up alerting me to an impending photo shoot at a venue where I really didn’t expect to go.

We have been friends for 50 years now since our Army days as journalists. In some ways, we may have peaked in 1970 as young writers at Fort Hood for the Armored Sentinel. I was arrested for consorting with antiwar protestor, actress Jane Fonda. Jimmy Pro blew the lid off improper command influence as the Green Machine prosecuted My Lai perpetrator, Sgt. David Mitchell. On weekends we shot laconic monochrome photos of derelict CenTex railroad depots.

Somehow, decades later, this crazy journey evolved into something of substance. Jimmy coughed up OzQuest and we started rambling about on offbeat photoshoots to El Paso, Death Valley, the Nevada mining country, and even Gotham City.

Late one afternoon a few years ago as we stared into cold cans of Tecate in a dated Motel 6, we conjured up a name for our tediously obsessive, throwback photography. Forensic Foraging was born, and we attempted to stave off the mounting modern wave of techno driven, digital photography.

We rediscovered New York photographer, Stephen Shore, who decades before had helped to popularize color photography. We venerated his minimalist approach. He too was a wanderer who found Texas. His famous Amarillo Postcards fit snuggly into our favored West Texas motif.

We recently landed up in Study Butte, Texas late one January afternoon. Just say Stooody Butte! We hoped to shoot the wild border country of the Big Bend, along the Rio Grande. OzQuest had booked us into the Chisos Mining Company, a funky 1950’s décor lodge which intersected perfectly with Jimmy’s spartan travel tastes.

Study Butte is the home of the Terlingua ghost town set in heavily mountainous desert. It features remote getaways and famous chili cook-offs. The most prominent feature is a played out mercury mine which left the earth in perpetual upheaval with arresting, gaping pock holes ringed by dark brown, grooved piles of tailings.

Will Study was once mine superintendent here. Today, snowbirds, in near million dollar RV’s, populate local campgrounds in search of the warm winter sun. Their license plates indicate they hail from snow country – Iowa, Minnesota and Nebraska.

Brewster County is the largest county in Texas. Big enough to swallow up Connecticut with room to spare. Ronny Dodson is the smooth drawling sheriff here. He charms local voters over breakfast at a packed buzzing beehive diner. But his larger than life, Big Bend credo often clashes with intrusive, outside values. A big court case brought by pesky liberals forced removal of tiny crosses from his sheriff’s cruisers.

Ronny often blasts the preachy Texas media by saying “there is no border security problem in the Big Bend.” That’s because traffic back and forth over the border runs unfettered by the law on a daily basis. Jimmy Pro is mesmerized by the Sheriff whom he knows a bit from his previous sojourns here. They have a history of swilling very early morning coffee and solving complex problems.

One afternoon we decided to forage Terlingua Creek which bisects the lunar mercury mine site. The water was low and the well-polished creek stones provided a dry foothold. Jimmy led the way upstream in brilliant winter sunshine. Soon 100 foot, craggy bluffs soared overhead. The creek bent slightly northwest and Jimmy cooed excitedly as we grabbed some imposing images in the magnificent winter light.

Off on the creek bank framed horizon, some unexpected black clouds flirted with 7,000 foot peaks. Far above us, but out of sight, squatters’ dogs yapped happily in the ghost town. Squealing children attested to the families who were living rent free in long abandoned, stone miners’ cabins. An incongruous audio track squeezed into the mix. Barely audible across many miles, we almost failed to hear faint thunder even as we shot the sun bathed bluffs above us.

Jimmy Pro squinted through his camera viewfinder. He was isolating curious formations etched in the cliffs. The walls laced with traces of mercury, saltpeter, and even a bit of silver, were popping out in front of his lens. He suddenly lowered his camera and said matter-of-factly, “The damn water is coming up!” And it was, now four inches instead of two. My feet were suddenly getting wet inside my low cut hiking boots.

Now Jimmy Pro is a seasoned trekker in Australia’s quixotic outback. A light bulb suddenly exploded deep in his brain. “Crawdaddy! Big water is coming down through here from that mountain storm!” he screeched. But 100 foot bluffs blocked our lateral escape. A faint gurgling rumble cascaded south into our little canyon.

Things then turned into shit in a hurry when we tried to quickly retrace our steps to the bridge where we left our rental car. Terlingua Creek was suddenly a berserk washing machine tumbling us end over end. I caught a glimpse of Jimmy for only an instant as his backpack bobbed into view as I spun momentarily to the surface. A silly thought crossed my racing mind. Forensic Foraging can be dangerous.

We bobbed quickly down to the bridge more than a mile away. Jimmy tried to plaster his drenched body against the concrete abutment to arrest his journey. I was still midstream in the full grip of the now raging current. I flashed straight under the bridge and looked back to see bubbling brown water scrape Jimmy off his concrete finger hold.

My feet no longer touched bottom! We were in a severe desert flash flood. The sun still shone brightly and I saw patches of blue sky overhead as I tumbled toward the distant Rio Grande. Somehow the current swept Jimmy past me, and the steep terrain began to flatten out. The creek banks were now only three feet high with scrub shrubs projecting out over the raging torrent.

I traded upside down for right side up. In what I could imagine was only a terrified apparition, I observed a solitary figure hanging out from a stout shrub on the bank. Then I noticed a white cowboy hat above an outstretched arm. Jimmy grabbed the proffered hand under the white hat. I knew this might be my last chance. I mustered a little strength and swam straight for Jimmy.

My body inverted and corrected at least twice! Suddenly, I slammed into Jimmy dead on. I bear hugged for dear life. A familiar rich baritone voice out of a Marlboro commercial calmly intoned. “I think you boys should stop right here.” Even in my panic, I instantly recognized Sheriff Ronny Dodson under his trademark white hat. He had one big hand on Jimmy Pro and his other was squeezing that stout shrub. A big, brown uniformed deputy was back up on the bank reaching to grab his boss.

Now remember, Jimmy and Ronny had history. On Jimmy’s previous forays to Brewster County they sipped steaming coffee and unraveled world problems at the now defunct barbecue truck operated by Cosmic Cathy, a local icon.

As the sheriff wrapped our shivering bodies into some of his handy space blankets, the deputy helped us toward the nearby cruiser. As I slid shakily along the back fender, I noticed a small cross now faintly painted over because of an unwelcomed lawsuit. I placed my index finger lightly on the cross and gave silent thanks. Screw the ACLU! When you are in deep shit down in the wild Big Bend, then Sheriff Ronny Dodson dispatched by God is probably the only help coming.

AFTER

A few days later we returned to the safety of El Paso. As we often do, we were snorting afternoon Tecates in The Tap, voted the best local dive bar for nine years in a row. Lingering mud and grit still infested every orifice of our aging bodies. I allowed as how my chronic hemorrhoids probably soaked up a toxic dose of mercury poisoning during our downstream ride. “Well Crawdaddy,” opined Jimmy Pro dryly, “might just be that they will be falling off, that is, if you live.”

Some 30 days after our washout, Sheriff Ronny Dodson opened a large, flat FedEx package. The sender’s address said Jimmy Pro. A framed 36×18 photo of a blood red sunrise over Study Butte appeared. Just a thank you from a serious shooter who respects law and order down on the Big Bend. Sheriff Dodson immediately began clearing wall space behind his desk.

 

William C. Crawford is a a writer & photographer based in Winston-Salem. He recently published his first book, a memoir. He developed Forensic Foraging, a modern photography technique. He is also working on a new mode of literary presentation which combines flash fiction and photography.
Founded in 2005, Winston-Salem Writers is a group of writers who write fiction, non-fiction, plays and poetry, and who care about the art and craft of writing. They offer programs, workshops, critique groups, open mic nights, contests and writers’ nights out for both beginning writers and published authors. For more information, click HERE.

 

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