I did not interview the world-famous mime artist Marcel Marceau, who put the “art of silence” on the world stage. Had I tried, I imagine he would have elegantly said “no” with a swift gesture of the hand, acknowledging the limits of words. For him, the wounds of the past and life’s fragility could only find full expression in the eloquence of silence.
For years, I watched his performances, which epitomized the essence of the human plight in a fashion that novelists fail to render in a short timeframe. Little did I know that such mastery came from open wounds. Marcel Marceau sounded like the commonplace, unremarkable French name of an internationally acclaimed artist who was often invited to perform on shows broadcast on French black and white television channels.
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