Rimozione da Tiffany

Fuori trovo un giallista altissimo e vendutissimo in libretti blu come l’abito che indossa, che la signora che accompagno mi ha precedentemente presentato con sprezzo del mio alito. Solo quest’anno lo scrittore ha avuto quattro o cinque dei suoi libri in classifica contemporaneamente, ma io non ne ho letto neanche uno.

Così, per far conversazione, trovo un incipit che più simpatico non si può: “Tu quest’anno hai avuto quattro o cinque dei tuoi libri in classifica contemporaneamente, ma io non ne ho letto neanche uno.”

Le Feste Einaudi devono fare quest’effetto.

I remember seeing Greenwich Village from seven feet up in the air growing up as a kid, because he’d have me on his shoulders and we’d be tripping around. And at a time before underground and independent film became a hot idea, then a dirty word, then a hot idea again as it is nowadays, my dad was making films that influenced a generation of filmmakers — films like Putney Swope. Here’s just one of the lines from it. [Sings] ‘I have a malignancy in my prostate / but when you’re in my arms, it’s benign.’ “Growing up in Downey Sr.’s house, the commodity was wit, the commodity was political commentary, the commodity was innovation, and that’s what I grew up feeling very inspired by. And I wound up getting recruited … I had the dubious honor — hey Lorne — of being on probably the worst season of Saturday Night Live. And I still had a great time and it was a great experience. Thanks for not kicking me off the show — I was up to some pretty nefarious acts in the dressing room. Unless I need mention the obvious, it was a period of time when being a Gen X guy … if I’m influencing anything, it’s about survival, surviving a time of that post-sixties, we-don’t-know-who-we-are-or-what-to-do. It was a time when being self-destructive seemed in. And we weren’t quite sure what we were rebelling against, but we took a pretty heavy fall and we lost a lot of people. So I remember when I was at my very lowest, my dad, who had put down all that dumb stuff twenty years before, said, ‘Hey kid, stick around. It’s not so bad. Just stay on the planet”

…Jr. turned to his dad, but his voice cracked and he couldn’t quite get out his sentence…

“And so tonight … [long pause] I just want to honor my dad for being every inch the man I remember him to be and thank him.”

…The applause swelled. Not an eye in the house was dry. Then Jr. turned the mike over to Sr., who stared at him blankly and deadpanned…

“I’m not your father.”

…Downey Jr. stood there, mouth agape, for a moment, before crumpling over in laugher and hugging his dad…

“You son of a bitch! You just let me get all fucking emotional?”