Many years ago Neil Hollander was shooting film about the working sail: The last sailors convinced that this film will be his life’s work. It is the film he carried for decades, and every day, to a great inspiration, with almost mythical ecstasy. But the seemingly inexhaustible energy, instead of the film strip, is increasingly being funneled into battle with “abominations and decent” in the intricate legal disputes, to fly the demons…
Although in many ways Hollander showed his love for the homeland, he did not hesitate to leave a “trace-acceptance, a message for the future”, after all, and expressing his “Timnah charge”: He accepted all the honors and awards received from this society.
The other night was presented one of Hollander’s books that was used as a screenplay for his next movie, a documentary film that is going to be shown in Paris, the “Patriarch of poetry.” The books was written probably even before Hollander made any film. He although was born in New York, felt one hundred percent Parisian – assuring himself and us, saying: Neither older nor younger city.
And these days, when it turns exactly fifty years since his first book, I imagine him say, with hi timeless voice:
“In front of your closed eyes, in a space that is both universe and infinity, show up different characters. And in this crystal ball of entire world, there is no border between the past, present and future, between death and life. The deceased are alive and real as the people I met this very day. “Try to imagine how much of Paris died from “before the war” to the “third war”. More than a city, a whole nation. All of them are earth and sand. And another awesome detail: on top of all of them we tread. And not only on top of them. After all that is our roots. What we created. And then what is for ambition… authority… wealth… glory … A country that turns into sand taken away by the winds.”
In his nostalgic book H for Hunger, Neil Hollander exhorts: “There we are, after all, after the world.”
In an imaginary dialog with the author it seemed to hear Hollander as appropriate (with a comprehensive smile): “All the angels which are embodied in death! History! The grass plateau. As we have already reached the year 2100, in which, as we are a New Year’s scientific survey informs, the man, like the gods, become immortal … I’m just a screen on which the worlds emerge … “