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HeвЂ™d heard that I was living in London from a mutual friend, David Cornwell (b.k.a. When I met him in 1980, I was not just a subscriber to the Stanley legend, I was frankly susceptible to it.

Stanley quoted other people all the time, people in the industry whom heвЂ™d spoken to that morning (Steven and Mike, Warren and Jack, Tom and Nicole), or people who died a thousand years ago, but it was always Stanley speaking. In spite of the Bronx nasal-caustic, perhaps the shadow of some adenoidal trauma long ago, it was as close to the condition of music as speech can get and still be speech, like a very well-read jazz musician talking, with a pleasing and graceful Groucho-like rushing and ebbing of inflection for emphasis and suggested quotation marks to convey amused disdain, over-enunciating phrases that struck him as fabulously banal, with lots of innuendo, and lots of latent sarcasm, and some not so latent, lively tempi, brilliant timing, eloquent silences, and, always, masterful, seamless segues-вЂњLemme change the subject for just a minute,вЂќ or вЂњWhat were we into before we got into this?вЂќ I never heard him try to do other voices, or dialects, even when he was telling Jewish jokes. StanleyвЂ™s speech was very fluent, melodious even. Stanley picked up the odd English locution, but it didnвЂ™t take Henry Higgins to place him as pure, almost stainless Bronx. Some Americans move to London and in three weeks theyвЂ™re talking like Denholm Elliott. He had an especially fraternal temperament anyway, but I know quite a few women who found him extremely charming. He had the endearing and certainly seductive habit when he talked to you of slipping your name in every few sentences, particularly in the punch line, and there was always a punch line. Hasford called him an earwig heвЂ™d go in one ear and not come out the other until heвЂ™d eaten clean through your head. Not only that, by the time he was through having what he called, in quite another context, вЂњstrenuous intercourseвЂќ with you, he knew most of what you knew as well. Somebody who knew him 45 years ago, when he was starting out, said, вЂњStanley always acted like he knew something you didnвЂ™t know,вЂќ but honestly, he didnвЂ™t have to act. IвЂ™ve been hearing about all the people who say they talked to Stanley on the last day of his life, and however many of them there were, I believe them all. The writer Gustav Hasford claimed that he and Stanley were once on the phone for seven hours, and I went over three with him many times. An hour was nothing, mere overture, or opening move, or gambit, a small taste of his virtuosity. He viewed the telephone the way Mao viewed warfare, as the instrument of a protracted offensive where control of the ground was critical and timing crucial, while time itself was meaningless, except as something to be kept on your side. Still, he was one of the most gregarious men I ever knew, and it didnвЂ™t change anything that most of this conviviality went on over the phone. Sometimes he even went out to see people, but not often, very rarely, hardly ever. Famously reclusive, as IвЂ™m sure youвЂ™ve heard, he was in fact a complete failure as a recluse, unless you believe that a recluse is simply someone who seldom leaves his house. Stanley Kubrick was a friend of mine, insofar as people like Stanley have friends, and as if there are any people like Stanley now.

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