In an excerpt attached to a Times review by Caryn James of the first volume of David Thomson's autobiography, Try To Tell the Story, a clue to Thomson's depravity which so enrages Todd Baesen and others here is revealed. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/17/books ... u&emc=bua2
The first volume, which Miss James calls "slight" (only 214 pages), follows Thomson to his 18th birthday. Raised by his mother and grandmother in London, he is haunted by the War and the absence of his cheating, abandoning father. Rather like Laurie Lee in Cider with Rosie, he comforts himself by indulging in fantasies. One of them, confessed in Chapter One, is that his "real father" is not the apparently cruel Philco Radio salesman he sees on occasion but none other than our Orson Welles, or alternatively, the famed British athlete, Denis Compton. You can see this perfidy quoted for yourself: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/17/books ... ref=review
Presumably, a matinee ticket to the local Tooting Classic movie theater gave Thomson time with one of his avatar dads, whenever he could come up with a few pence:
The question remains, awaiting further volumes of the work: Who is David Thomson, really? Sometimes, here in San Francisco where Thomson claims he lives, I wonder why Baesen wears a mask at the Ha-Ra Club, and sips his gimlets through a straw. Or why Lawrence French pulls his cloth cap so far down over his eyes when he smiles sardonically at his trusting fans, as if savoring a secret. Could Todd Baesen be David Thomson? [It's not the first time that I've asked you to entertain this astounding idea.] Could Thomson be French? [Don't be fooled by his his little conceit that he was born English.] And who is Simon Callow? What better disguise for a man like Thomson, while heaping calumnies on Orson Welles, than to hide in plain slight as a well-known actor and scholar? [It does have a Shakespearean ring, does it not]
I had a dream last night. A phone call was in progress:
". . . right. Yes, we seek Todd Baesen. The BBC calling. Prototype Pictures announced today that Todd Baesen had been signed to play the title character, Lawrence French, in their projected new epic film, LAWRENCE OF ALAMO SQUARE, supported by Simon Callow as Orson Welles in his later years. Mr. Callow, it is said, will finance the project himself. Are you Mr. Baesen? I say, the line is breaking up, and . . . ."
Indeed, who is Glenn Anders? I wish I knew now, some days.
Why is it not wildly probable that any of us, in our Brave New Cyber World, may be David Thomson? We also may be puppets of Simon Callow, who has bought and paid for us, wrapped in a tidy net! Can you not see him taking us out of our little boxes, pulling our strings, pushing our buttons?
In a famous, favorite phrase from my childhood: "Quick, Henry! The Flit!"
Henry the IV . . . Henry the V . . . I don't know which . . . .