Thanks for the sympathy, BT. Full mobility has been restored. I think the film is worth seeing — I think — but am unsure because I also now think that prescription drugs are indeed the key to the entire deconstructive enterprise. All was suddenly made clear, in a way that I’m now at a loss to explain.

If no other enticements can persuade you to see the film, how’s this one: the repeated small shocks of recognition as the Man in Question attends the Biography conference at NYU in — what? 1996? Look for a cameo appearance by a certain Americanist who was shortly thereafter denied tenure…