Fifties & Sixties Britain · History · Personal Essay · World War II

Meeting Mr. Lawrence

A year ago today, I went to a David Bowie film festival (no, really – at NYC’s Lincoln Center, no less) to see Jim Henson’s Labyrinth. I stayed for the double feature. It changed my life.

Mr. Bowie, of course, was a Mod long before he was a goblin king.

This was the second feature:

A strange film about relationships among men, using the circumstances of a POW camp in Java to explore them.

The strange film is based on a strange book:

So I read that. And van der Post’s other books. (Despite the fact that he may have been lying, he was a masterful prose stylist.) And everything else on the same shelves. And here we are.

This board includes a few other striking images from Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence. I owe you one.

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