Ghosts of Christmas past

To Francois...
A holiday card my wife and I sent in 1973 to our friend, François.


A foreword by Mr. Hitchcock

Good evening. I'm glad so many of you could come.

Mr. Mark Twain once said, "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated." Unlike Mr. Twain, I can fully attest to the fact that I am dead as Dillinger's doornail.

Normally, that would end one's activity full-stop. However, since every director in Hollywood has a weblog these days, I thought, "Why on Earth not from one who has been returned to it?"

Mr. Twain also said that "none but the dead are permitted to tell the truth". Having built my career upon death and murder, it's only fitting that it would take only my passing to achieve a consummate perspective. Now I find these secrets can be entombed with me no longer. I will not allow worms to digest my every morsel willy-nilly before I reveal them.

I hope you enjoy my little communiqué from beyond the grave. In the coming days, this space will be brimming with deceit and mischief, with a slight aftertaste of murder. Drink deeply, but carefully from this tome, ladies and gentlemen. Take care not to burn your tongue.