I always kind of hated the artwork by Francis Cugat on the cover of The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make any visual sense to me. I can’t say I really love the book, either, but there’s no accounting for taste. Then I see this awful thing this morning.
I mean, Jesus, it’s not one of those stand up poster displays you see at your local cineplex, it’s a freaking book cover.
[Obligatory Spoiler Warning]
Earlier this morning, I was trying to explain Oblivion, a relatively new science fiction movie featuring Tom Cruise, to my wife. Evidently it was taking too long.
“Just tell me the tagline.”
“What do you mean?”
“What does it say on the poster?”
“To forget everything,” I said in my movie-trailer voiceover guy voice, “he would have to remember nothing.”
“Is that what it really says?”
Boylston Street is open again, and, as you can tell the crowds are back. This is the front of the Forum restaurant and bar, damaged on the day of the Marathon. Some among the masses here are runners, who are stepping out into the street in front of the Public Library, where the finish line remains painted on the ground, to have their photos taken. Cars are stopping to let them get their pictures before they move on.