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TALES OF THE VERY UNEXPECTED

It’s interesting Roald Dahl, any children’s author’s hero, thought of a ‘consequences style’ story, just discovered by The Sunday Times. Phoenix was thinking of one too. Many thoughts here, and many unexpected consequences, when a story is given to the world, but what is it that writers have to do to be respected, and protected? Is the only value we hold nowadays, not 12 years at a craft, starred reviews, awards, reports of books not staying on the shelves in School Libraries, fantastic letters, praised presentations, even three hundred thousand sales, but only that thing called a ‘best seller’, especially in ‘success’ obsessed America? Because it is really all about money and power, and the growing ruthlessness inside publishing houses, propping up big teams, and big money machines? I sent a file of precious fan letters received to my publisher, but that did not wake any one up either.

It is to the absolute shame of any editor though, inside that system, if they will not protect the essential openness and flow of creativity, vital to any real artist. Even let the beautiful Cleaner Wrasse feed, in the protective shadow of the great whales. Only partly because of a supposedly private matter, that stamped itself all over a publisher in New York. Where once I had a wonderful link to a designer, to a team, my editor fought for nothing but their own power base. So a writer was forced to work into a brick wall, with not even that one classic guarantee at least afforded to authors in a contract, respected either, namely some minor and genuine say in a cover. Art is about beauty, value, story into meaning, true culture, but expressed in the full and free expression of the author, whether it’s fantasy, literary fiction, or non-fiction. Unless those people who build ‘their lists’ guard those things with all they are, only the principle of money through gimmicks will prevail, not real storytellers at all. I’m not jealous of the big hitters, and readers set the pace, because if you don’t like a book, put it away. But I do not agree the market is the only meaning, in anything, and at Phoenix the power of story has to win this one, and perhaps online too, help to affect some kind of sea-change. No one at all takes a lead nowadays, and the confusion as to what we might be reading, who takes those gems to the public, and who the Gatekeepers now are, is writ large everywhere. The threat of online and Kindle is that there are no Gatekeepers at all, so how are brilliance or quality defended and identified, and how do they survive in the marketplace? That is a debate that simply has to be engaged in by everyone, and fought out in every sphere, but I suggest writers have a very big say in the matter. DCD

The opinions expressed by David Clement-Davies are unique to him, and not to be seen as the opinions of Phoenix Ark Press. That is the difference between a writer’s blog, and a publishing website, profiling several pieces of work, and both contained at WordPress. Phoenix Ark Press is a Limited Company.

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SLOW INSTALMENTS!

Many apologies for taking so long with Dragon In the Post, below, but many discoveries are being made. Not to compare you, dear reader, with a fish from the Foundless Sea, but they say if you’re not hooked by the first three chapters, a tale isn’t worth the telling. Well, I’m hooked, and want to know what happens, which I don’t know yet, if you see what I mean, so more to come. A very big thank you too, to some special people. To Dinah, in Texas, to Tiffany Bertrand, to Bill, who gave us our very first Donation, to Barb, who generously overpaid us, to Marcin Dabrowski, for working so hard for the love of what he does, and very genuinely, to anyone who has written to the Blog, whether encouragingly, or scolding an excess of anger, or personal revelation. That warmth, generosity and care, the pure inspiration of some of your letters, has literally kept the founder going, when he might have given up on the story a long time back. A thumbs up to WordPress too, despite not always answering queries, for believing in the First Amendment, and creating such a brilliant and adaptable creative tool. We’re very far from there yet, but not even the Black Warlock will stop us now!

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WELL, SAYING IT BLUNTLY!

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PRESS RELEASE

Someone said that when private hurts are made public, everyone gets a black eye. So, apart from the previous post, anything relating to specifics in New York has been password protected, as has A Letter to My Father. It is part of the record of an extraordinary true story that might wake people up to connections and responsibilities, but a Publisher is not an individual, only a shell to nurture and present authors and their work, in the best way possible. Though a spirit of openness and honesty is exactly what Phoenix is all about, from the personal experience of the founder, blogs will only be used to discuss books and stories, provide Press Releases, and move work rapidly forward, or to highlight issues, ideas and questions readers are interested in. If the founder starts mouthing off, we’ll try to give him a cup of tea, and some pen and paper, but he is, like all of us, only human! PA

Dragon Post and a publishing schedule will appear this Thursday. In the next few weeks the blog will be fully edited and re-styled.

“Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you…Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question…Does the path have a heart? If it does the path is good; if it doesn’t it is of no use.” Carlas Castaneda, quoted in The Tao of Pyshics by Fritjof Capra.

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THE LOST AMERICAN?

What is the American voice? Is it something calling out of Last of the Mohicans? Some spirit drifting between those great cities, and the giant open spaces, the high wheat plains of modern America? A little idea formed today, perhaps out of my own troubles, and need to connect again, that there’s some urgent debate to be had about what it really is to be American, in 2010.

You cannot define a country by an individual, turn an individual into a cliché of a Nation. Yet Britain and America are clearly ‘divided by that common langauge’, and often don’t seem to understand each other. PJ O’Rourke said yesterday that the Republican backlash is because to be dictated to by any government is not ‘the American Way’. I wonder what he would have thought of a writer being dictated to by his own American publisher. When I travelled though, and toured in schools, or at signings, met such warm people, there was often a sense of Americans being lost. Of unique lives becoming swallowed in the vastness, the shiny, commercially demotic pace of it all, and almost some innocence or immaturity, needing to reach out and find its parent.

Was it reaching out, when the Twin Towers fell, in the modern confusion about what is real, and what a sequence out of Godzilla, or some monstrous global fantasy? Or in the signs that came up on the internet, ‘Sorry World’, during doubtful elections, no longer so filled with doubt? Or is there some far deeper lack? Something essentially cultural, something being missed in the American Soul, in its widest sense, and equally perhaps around the World. Perhaps we are all and always a little lost, in the face of existence, and the human condition. I do not think many Europeans understand the definitions of the Republican-Democratic divide though, and with that emphasis on the Bill of Rights, and Founding Fathers, as if a country is still fighting the American Revolution.

That is what flutters in those military banners, over so many homes, what stiffens the back in School-Time allegiances to the Flag, something we do not especially understand here, fearing a kind of cultural brainwashing. So often the tendency becomes not One World, if such a thing is possible, but ‘Us’ and ‘Them’, as it did at my own American publisher, and coming out of a Second War tradition, for me, isolationism is a great country’s worst instinct, Roosevelt its greatest voice. It’s flip side is that, while being so caught between the highest, most innocent idealisms, and real hardball, Americans believe the propaganda that says ‘try to make the World American’, and it will all be ok. ‘Job Done’. ‘Mission Accomplished’. Mission Impossible, perhaps?

The idiot always says ‘we bailed you guys out’, yet the cynic would do well to read the sadness and cultural mishaps of Graham Greene’s The Quiet American. America is a land of aggressive freedoms, energy, law, business, often hugely appealing to guilty Europeans, and has defined the modern world, in part because its driving spirit has been made by immigration from right across the world too. Or is that confusing America with New York, a land unto itself? Perhaps it was the sadness of so many of those Europeans, their quest for real freedom, that caused a kind of instant forgetting, the quickest desire to ‘move on’, and close a door fast on what is complicated, or even a truly original voice in the world. It’s why, for all our supposed ‘rights’, History taught in schools as ‘Social Studies’ in America, is the wrong approach. History is not there just to justify a present social model, but like literature, something independent, that contains the jewels of freedom and higher truth, beyond instant culture. In writing there, certainly storytelling, there is a tendency to encourage ‘World Building’ too, like a disconnected computer game, that does not breath in the real significance of cultural or imaginative archetypes, with enough depth. History is not just there to prove ‘we’ve never had it so good’, but an emotional, intellectual and imaginative in-breathing of the vast sweep of Man and Civilisations, out of which America was ultimately born too. That is real cultural depth.

So we look at America, often longingly, or out of a necessity of world capitalism, yet wonder why there were riots in New York, at the release of the newest PlayStation, and sense there’s an older, subtler consciousness in Europe, that needs to be heard in really linking global cultures, without fear or favour. We are shocked when we hear only 97% of Americans have passports, yet, in a shrinking world, know that how we travel is also how we can lose cultures to sameness. Is it geography, history, politics, or the stereotypes we carry in our own heads? That I carry, too much out of the pages of books: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court. Atticus Finch. Captain Ahab. Lee Scorsby. Colman Silk. Now I also carry the real people I got so close to in New York, and who did such unnecessary harm. But, even in a novel, a character only lives within the culture he or she can encompass, and really understand, or from which he or she is ultimately alienated. DCD

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A LETTER TO THE US SUPREME COURT!

Dear Sir/Madam,

it may seem absurd that an author could post a letter to the highest US Court, especially since I am not an American Citizen, and I have no doubt it will never be read by any of you. But in Britain we not only provided the model for your own justice system, but, like the world, have followed the battles and arguments of your countrymen, and been profoundly affected by them too. We all know the ironies of justice that has to be paid for, especially 3000 miles away, and the truth is I could not afford to sue the publisher I was trying to work with in New York, who have, over a three-year period, stripped away my real good name, my livelihood and pretty much everything a human being holds dear. I am sure that if this did come to a real trial, Abrams could say many negative things against me. The first would be the ‘hundreds of emails’ I sent. The second would be my clear loss of balance, indeed my fury, in relation to a prominent employee, I loved, and then trusted as a friend, after a relationship over a two-year period. But that loss of balance was two years ago, and unless she, or Abrams, were willing to judge that matter in a court of law itself, I submit they had no right legally to let it affect a prominent writer, under contract for three novels. The implicit threat of that was one of the causes of the crisis in the first place.

Though there were many justifications for my loss of balance, especially the selfish and passive aggressive behaviour of an employee who, at every turn, seems to have set out to harm, no one was harmed but me, and I not only acted to allay their professional fears, but to make peace, or openly withdraw. I think a conspiracy then developed inside a firm, for the benefit of employees alone, which drove me towards breakdown, made it almost impossible to work, and was specifically because a department wanted it kept secret from their own CEO. Open working dialogue was throttled, promises made and broken, working time completely disrespected, calls made that lost me an agent, and principles of their own written contracts abandoned too. It specifically stated that in a second book contract, on a novel called the Pimpernels, there is a 16 month period since delivery, which would allow me to force them to publish, or walk away with the advance. I used that only to make it clear how wrong I think they became in handling me, especially in threatening negativity in the first place, over something they would not resolve, or let me resolve. Since I had been with a firm seven years, was in the middle of another book, my career was really taking off in America, and I had asked for a different energy on a short series of much lighter novels, they knew I never wanted to walk away. Not to mention having to deal with the reason for that departure and any potential ‘scandal’. In the end, they just tried to dump three books, and four years work, despite first promising the next book would be ‘a big one’ for me. Even the CEO was ‘appalled’ with the time involved, but the situation became so onerous and negative, out of that supposedly ‘unresolvable’ situation with a senior employee, although I tried several times for resolution, and which directly affected my entire future with Abrams, it was creatively and personally enormously harmful. I won several of these points, in battling with Abrams for a year, even as I was trying to finish a book called Scream of the White Bear, but in the long run the harm and the injustice were too great to stomach, especially involving another extraordinary personal situation, that I suggest no human law can judge as true or false, and, in disgust, I walked away. But I will assert the main points of my ‘case’ here, if nothing else for the benefit of writers who have been in a similar situation. I persist in my call for a publishing ombudsman here and in America. I think if I could afford to go to law, afford in every sense, and I would have to represent myself, I might win considerable damages, not to mention supporting the most fundamental principles involved, in both our legal systems. The salient points are as follows:

1) Abrams, or Amulet, believed it had a right to judge a personal situation, but even in an enquiry I later forced, refused the most basic principles of dialogue, any right to hear ‘accusations’, or any real standards of objectivity. Their employee had behaved extremely irrationally, especially in calling a prominent author ‘evil’, after her own abuses, and they also had a duty of care to my career as a major firm representative, who has the power to commission books inside a firm. It was an attack on principles of freedom of speech too, and done at the heart of a major New York publisher.

2) Abrams also attacked my professional reputation, when its CEO informed me ‘nobody will work with you’. Every experience of working with me, over ten years, before a personal relationship did such harm, showed how dedicated, passionate and in fact generous I have been. My own publisher had told me I was ‘loved at Abrams’. The only person who was half ‘working’ with me was my own editor, who already proved that she had lost her objectivity, because of an obsessive ownership of ‘her’ publishing list, and because of her intimate alliance with my ex at Abrams, and her own personal issues. Months before, that had been writ large when she warned me ‘we will protect our girl’, before it began to come into the open, and then their bullying and negativity began. They had no right to tell me ‘they were willing to bring happier memories into the future’, only if I ‘behaved’ or shut up, since we were under contract, and when my ex’s behaviour had been so harmful to my own happy memories, and working comfort, in a situation that had always mixed both personal and professional. Despite ‘owning’ the author’s work, not once did editors act to protect that work either, past work, or a 12 year career.

3) The proof that a situation they claimed ‘had nothing to do with my books’ had everything to do with them is huge, and they know it. First my own publisher bent over backwards to appear impartial, yet did everything for that employee alone, not this author, supporting her side of the story entirely, even though they knew me personally. Secondly, a firm started putting undiscussed ‘Satelite Tours’ in a catalogue, implying, because of what had happened, and which they would not resolve, I could never tour in the States with that firm again. So, while owning my time, work and in part reputation, they directly attacked the ability to promote myself properly, and so my entire future livelihood and good name. When I had placed myself in the wrong by taking all the blame, they effectively held my life and career to ransom, and since it involved love, and humiliating circumstances, in the most brutal and ruthless way. As well as an attack on freedom of speech, it was also an attack on the most basic right to earn.

3) Because my ex refused to allow any professional peace when I had to apologise, disgracefully I think, considering how she behaved personally and professionally, and so helping to destroy trust there, a firm left an effective and potentially ‘criminal’ stalking charge there, for seven months. That itself was dishonest, because it did not reflect why I had ‘threatened’ an employee with writing to their CEO, or how and why it all really happened. At first they tried to avoid it, or brush it under the carpet, despite trying to keep me ‘in the wrong’ later, but they could see directly how it was harming me emotionally, and commented on it too. Yet because of the internal politics of the situation, with their trying to keep that secret for themselves alone, they also let it affect all their working responses. When an ‘enquiry’ came, they also distorted what I was saying, pretending it had much to do by then with an employee alone, which it didn’t. For me it was literally crippling, like being imprisoned emotionally, without trial, in the very place I had to try to function, and also an attack on the principle of no destructive accusations, without any allowed defence. Basically the most essential principles any real court must abide by, and with the depth of feeling here, but the constant emotional exposure too, it constituted a kind of human evil, with that time and hurt involved.

4) Abrams now refuses any dialogue, even though they publish two of my novels. How can I defend and promote my own published work in that situation, so it is a further attack on my livelihood and fan base. It also continues the negative attack on me, in an industry dominated by rumour and back room deals, and I suggest it is a purely legal ploy. Many times I tried to get to a peace, and the right treatment of the work they bought, claimed to admire, and so abused, and the harm it has done to entire career, not to mention the stories my fans and I believe in, is just staggering.

In conclusion, I wonder what happens in America, the land of the ‘free’, when a case can develop, especially in the publishing industry, that attacks freedom of speech, the right to earn, and basic principles of self-defence. One that also involves potential conspiracy and repudiation of contracts, itself defendable in seeking damages, and which brought an author to the very edge, and nearly destroyed him. I have not investigated, but I think it may be the only publishing case in history where a publishing firm, amid its bullying and threats, attempted to engineer a forced ‘agreement’ to publish a novel with no contact with the author! In a land that makes much of constitutional Rights, it was absurd, repudiatory and ultimately Kafkaesque. Perhaps the key is America believes in rights for itself, but nobody else. One of the reasons for the initial intensity, anger and distress with an ex was her own political fears, her terror of exposure inside a firm, backed by some clearly explainable life fears, out of her character and personal history, but her simultaneous abuse of basic human loyalties and respects too. I could deliver an eloquent broadside too, about what an utter disgrace it was in disrespecting the most basic artistic process. I am still staggered that people I knew and cared about could do that to any human being, or any author, but that a prominent American publishing firm could try to back it up, is appalling. It destroyed the values and insights in my own novels. These are in part my personal human responses, which courts can’t really judge, but by principles in law too, Abrams I believe were and are fundamentally wrong. Milton turned to self publishing, when he saw the politics of his time was destroying freedom of speech, but in a situation where we are not talking political tracts, but ‘children’s stories’, although with a very wide scope, it is truly extraordinary. You were once a nation that believed in the little guy, the individual against the machine, but if this case is possible, Corporate America is becoming a scandal in the world. In Fire Bringer, The Sight and Fell, not only is there a call for love, but loyalty and justice too. I say this at the risk of being sued myself, but if Abrams have anything to say in their defence, they can write to me here, and I will publish it too.

Yours Sincerely,

David Clement-Davies

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Picaresque voyages in America

It was the day I walked into a person’s office at Abrams that a life changed. The joy of that, versus the reality of now, is still rather haunting, though nostalagia can be such an enemy. Like watching a train you were supposed to be on, always vanishing into a darkening tunnel, and taking half your memories and heart with it. Not to mention three novels. But the adventure of discovering a person, was fully matched by the adventure of discovering a vast country. That first tour took a writer to 13 cities, to talks on stage with sometimes a thousand middle schoolers, in your huge schools, between the snows of Vermont, the communications dreams of bracing Seattle, and the twinkling, feminine lights of San Fransisco, where another storyteller took me to a gay bar and sang me love songs; the strange often surreal disparity between life and ‘work’. When you talk to kids though, and they like you, some of the sweetest moments are signing anything from notebooks, to school bags, and even the cast on a broken arm. Then there was the special magic of being translated, as you lose your heart in translation. It’s that Brit accent thing, that’s supposed to make us triumph in America, from New York, to LA. Like the cliche we all meet the queen, wear plus fours, or go to tea at Fortnum and Mason. ‘Would you say butterfly?’, whispered a thirteen year old in one bright school, instead of asking how many pages my book had, what car I drove and how much I earned, and when I did, her delighted shout was ‘just too cool!’ You have to have the sound of words and different voices in your head to catch the charm of it, as another American voice was soon in my being, with the thrill of a romance so close to work, and the secret of it too. But perhaps, being a journalist, and a travel writer, the search for America had more resonance for me, than just performing or being defined as a Children’s author. Yet, walking through San Fran, and talking to two black homeless guys, there was a special humour in trying to speak about what I did. One looked up from the sidewalk, clutching a can of beer, and immediately the words came – ‘Harry Potter’! It was something I talked about in schools, cutting through any resentment by spoofing Snape in class. HARRY PPPPPOTTER, I’d growl and spit, before I’d tell them how much I loved those enormously creative tales, and no, for the people trying to excercise their supposedly democratic ‘right’ to ban books in libraries, those stories are not evil. My agent in London first mentioned the ‘competition’ when Fire Bringer came out, but little did I get the significance of that. So an entire generation of writers, who might never have done, suddenly turned to ‘children’s books’, which is a special and precious skill. The bandwagon had begun, the hunt for money, but my own speech to Arizona State University, about how most great childrens books deal with the loss of ‘God and belief’, as we journey to the ‘real’ adult world, got a standing ovation. There I met the charming, gentle Jim Blasingame, lover of Cowboy Poetry, if such a thing isn’t just an act of nostalgia, who came to edit the Allen Review. So I saw those huge library conferences, that define the powerhouse in America, run by librarians and publishers, aided by local heroines of books like Mary Wong in Arizona, and why ‘cracking’ America is such a hope for an author. A hope far beyond money. I saw too the extraordinary, changing landscape of a country that is far more than one place, or one voice, despite all that talk of being American. New York, strangely old fashioned Gotham, those seething canyons of metal and glass, that powerhouse of energy and that giant marketplace, is its own country, almost its own continent, folk say. Yet the cliches of America I already carried were changing. The liberals I met, in supposedly reactionary Texas, talking of how the big corporations were taking out the independent book sellers. The constant odour of oil in the air, travelling to Houston to see the Rothko chapel. The red dirt excitement of Arizona, and the gigantic gulf of the Canyon, like a wound in the hard earth. LA, mad, moveable town, where I had lunch with another author at the Chateau Marmont and heard Denzel Washington behind me talking up his latest project. Just as seeing celebs like Keifer Sutherland smoking a cigarette outside a Greenwich Village restaurant, or Ryan Adams renting a video, gave me a sense of a far bigger celebrity, perhaps always walking towards a movie, as the essence of how we communicate now, and the dreams and fantasies not only of an entire nation, but the entire modern world. Driving through the painted dessert from LA to Vegas, of the 10,000 Maniacs song I’d listend to so many times in the UK, to meet a new girlfriend was the most exciting of all. America teaches old fashioned Europeans to have a go, frees us from all our complex history, and I was no different, despite my beef about how you don’t teach formal history in American schools, but brand it as social studies. How I made a fool of myself ringing the Exalibur Hotel in Vegas and suggesting they might comp a writer and travel journalist because I had written an Arthurian Fantasy called The Telling Pool, that some of you thought ‘Awsome’. Wandering through all that kitsch and imported culture, where real art is housed inside a dream, I later imagined a flock of ganster’s kids, or their wives, filing into a slot lobby for a polite book signing. ‘Hey Mickey Brown Eyes, you’re now a Made Author! One of da family.’ Falling in love in New York though, in the atmosphere of ‘family Abrams’, or standing on the avenues seemed to summon Herman Melvile dreams and ambitions to chase down some white whale of truth and adventure. ‘If you can make it here, you can…” Despite the fact that Gainsvort Piers where Melville worked as a custom’s official, and wrote Moby Dick in his spare time, is now the municipal garbage depot, and, caught between novels and real life, even a tendency towards self-mythification, I suggested the overworked girl at the bar in the Hotel Gainsvort might read Herman Hesse’s Journey to the East. I had gone west though, no longer so young man, after once writing a travel piece for the Daily Telegraph about Devon and the scrubby town of Westward Ho, peering across the Atlantic and two centuries towards America, that in its very bad edit had lost my voice, offended old school British readers, and effectively lost me my place there. Perhaps the truth was other resentments of having conflicts in the UK over books, of seeing Fire Bringer do well but not quite triumph, of the trouble with various projects, like a pop-up about evolution called Fabulous Life that got 20,000 orders at Borders and was suddenly cancelled, or ZoZo Leaves his Hole, book of the summer in The Evening Standard, yet never with the whiff of a royalty, and mixed with another split up that hurt badly, was a time bomb of the heart waiting to go off. Yet I was open about that too and nothing was calculated, it was just free hearted, thrilling and a huge and rather innocent adventure, and one that out of past sadnesses, or literary stumbles, was hugely healing. Yet perhaps one issue for me was being cast as a childrens author, rather than just a writer, and so, in the journey of fantasy, perhaps of looking for too many happy endings. DCD

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A Publisher’s Top Tens/New York and London

1) The Flaming Lips – Do you realise, everyone you know – someday – will die
2) Ryan Adams – F*** me up, steal all my records…
3) Travelling Wilburys – Handle With Care
4) Stones – I can’t get no, satisfaction, um…but I try!
5) Doors – Riders on the Storm
6) Cyndi Lauper – If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting, time after time
7) Bruce – The River, despite the awkward rhyme about the economy and getting much work lately
8) Pink Floyd – Dark Side of the Moon
9) Beethoven – Ode to Joy
10) Don Maclean – Bye Bye Miss American pie

Ah yes, and a publisher’s top ten novels

1) War and Peace
2) The Master and Margerita
3) A Hundred years of Solitude
4) The Scarlet and the Black
5) Lord of the Rings
6) Animal Farm
7) The Sun Also Rises
8) The Human Stain
9) The Quiet American
10) Fire Bringer (obviously!)

And finally, top ten movies

1) Dr Zhivago
2) 8 Mile
3) Half Nelson
4) Les Enfants Du Paradis
5) ET
6) The Lives of Others
7) Love and Death
8) Ben Hur
9) Adaptation
10) Cyrano de Bergerac

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