During my first visit to the cinema the empathy I felt from Gary Cooper was life-changing, and a secret dream was born in the darkened auditorium.
Later, my forays to the East revealed an original take on humanity which fell into two categories: those who remembered and those who didn't. The former, by teaching the latter, could transmit this memory, and communicate this spark of creation directly into the being of the other.
The Ocean Fell into the Drop is a different kind of show business memoir, one that traces Terence Stamp's twin obsessions, acting and mysticism, and the relationship the two have to each other for him, through the trajectory of his life.
On the way he discusses his directors, Fellini, Loach, Pasolini; actors, Olivier, Brando and Redgrave; and spiritual masters, Krishnamurti and Hazarat Inayat Khan, as well as his family, life in the East End, Sufism and style.
Anyone expecting a salacious kiss and tell about Stamp's high-profile lovers will be disappointed. This is more about a spiritual (apologies for saying "journey") journey (sorry).
One of the greatest performances I've enjoyed on an audiobook. Truly spellbinding. More, please, Terence. X