What's this? How did this browser window end up open on my computer? I should close this, seeing as how I'm vacationing. But here... let me put a few of these e-mails in this window for safe-keeping. Since I'm closing the window out and not working at all.
I cast a wide net with this question, and again... part of the fun is just how diverse the interpretations of the question have been. I queried a pair of my favorite working novelists and got very different answers back from them.
First up is the great Glen David Gold, author of Carter Beats The Devil, a summer movie in book form if I've ever read one. Here's what he had to say:
Glen David Gold (author of the novels Carter Beats the Devil and Sunnyside) says:
Monsieur Hulot's Holiday. Like smoking a cigarette, hearing Kind of Blue, reading The Stranger, there are experiences that are so much like kissing a French girl (without, you know, the actual kissing part) that to forego them is unacceptable. M. Hulot is a French comedy from the early '50s, made after the first shivers of economic recovery from the War, and before Truffaut, Godard et al dynamited the screen, and it probably has more in common with pre-war Pagnol and Buster Keaton than its successors. It's almost silent, it's almost plotless, beautiful, nostalgic, and above all, it's jazz. I mean, if you've seen it, you know what I mean already and you're not only nodding your head, you're thanking me for having put my finger on the very slippery notion of why this film is so incredibly endearing.