A few years after I left London, Alex would achieve passing fame in a Jean-Luc Godard film. But before that, while I was still in Europe, he’d visited California and stayed with my family, frightening them with his narcissistic intensity and unsettling stories of their son amok in Europe. He hung around California for a while, then New Mexico, then worked his way back to Paris and roles in films. News would arrive by way of the travelers’ circuit that Alex was in Cap Ferrat with an heiress and had a painting studio, or shooting a new film in Ibiza, or back in London acting in underground films. Somewhere around the end of that decade, news faded and I lost track of him.
Native State....still my favorite.
If you liked this, you need to read Native State.
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