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Nov. 15th, 2010 11:34 amMy friend Jeffrey, whom I met in film school, is working on a documentary about Vito Russo, a film historian and gay rights activist who died in 1990. Russo's best known work is The Celluloid Closet, a study of the varying depictions of homosexuality in Hollywood films; yesterday afternoon, as I was walking through the Village, and talking on my cell phone, I happened to see a copy on a sidewalk vendor's display table.
"It's signed," the vendor said to me; I fished out the purchase price almost without thinking, took the book, and went on my way. Later, it occurred to me that it might be nice to send the book- signed, after all- to Jeffrey as a token of good luck for his film. I opened the book to check the signature, and my mouth went dry:
28 March 1982
for Jeff-
Vito Russo
"It's signed," the vendor said to me; I fished out the purchase price almost without thinking, took the book, and went on my way. Later, it occurred to me that it might be nice to send the book- signed, after all- to Jeffrey as a token of good luck for his film. I opened the book to check the signature, and my mouth went dry:
for Jeff-
Vito Russo
