Apparently, writers are this month’s art-house filmmakers. Can Phillip Roth be next?
When I was a kid, I loved Ira Levin. I dare say that Rosemary’s Baby, The Boys From Brazil, and, to a lesser degree, The Stepford Wives, helped make me the person I am today. Umm, I think that’s a good thing.
Levin died on Monday, at his Manhattan home. He was 78. The Times ran a decent enough eulogy.
I find it interesting that Levin had some regrets about spearheading the whole Kids ‘n’ Satan fad:
“I feel guilty that Rosemary’s Baby led to The Exorcist, The Omen. . . A whole generation has been exposed, has more belief in Satan. I don’t believe in Satan. And I feel that the strong fundamentalism we have would not be as strong if there hadn’t been so many of these books. . . Of course, I didn’t send back any of the royalty checks."
Trepidation about the effects of an archetype he didn’t even recognize. To me, that’s like being scared of Leprechauns or Idaho. Because I doubt the existence of both. . .
Thanks for the stories, Mr. Levin.