Hannibal Rant

I’m not much of a reader of fiction, but I used to be.  Detective fiction, anyway. And back in the early 1990s, when it was announced that a film version of The Silence of the Lambs was making its way to the cinema, I read the 1988 novel to be “ahead of the game.” I adored the book; loved and identified with Clarice Starling, and was intrigued (who wasn’t?) by Hannibal Lecter. The Jonathan Demme film came out, and I was supremely...

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