The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Welcome to Show Business! #31


Original Caption:

New York -- Making her first visit to the US in seven years, Swedish actress Ingrid Bergman is surrounded by admirers who hold welcome signs on her arrival at Idlewild Airport this frigid morning. She came for a 36-hour stay, during which she will receive the New York Film Critics Award for her performance in the film 'Anastasia'. She is flying back to Europe Sunday night. (1957)

4 comments :

Tom Block said...

Her smile is touching as hell.

estiv said...

I'm guessing the people screaming "Whore!" were not included in the picture. And who exactly are the Alvin Gang?

Booksteve said...

My mother used to talk about how far Bergman had fallen because of "that terrible thing she did" but would never tell me what it was. When I did finally find out, I was like..."That's it?" I mean, except for the pregnancy, what did she do that 90% of the movie colony in Hollywood wasn't doing to themselves and others?

swac said...

According to Donald Spoto in his Bergman bio, the Alvin Gang was a particularly devoted bunch of fans in the New York area. He writes about them attending numerous performances of her Broadway play Joan of Lorraine. On her last matinee of performing, they gathered outside for autographs, and she actually invited them inside "where, with her hair unbrushed and wearing a maroon dressing gown, she sat on the stage, thanking the hushed crowd and answering their questions. When she finally stood up and said that she had to go and eat a little supper in her dressing room before the final show, there was a thunderous standing ovation."

That was in 1947, and this photo is from 10 years later. Obviously they were quite the devoted fans.