For the last week at SteynOnline we have been mourning the death of our dear friend Kathy Shaidle, and, as sometimes happens along the way at such times, a certain song lodged in my brain. As our Saturday movie columnist, Kathy wrote a lot about one very particular star, including a piece she’d filed with a title I hadn’t quite registered before: “Bette Davis Lies.”
And so a song I hadn’t thought of in decades, and which I don’t believe I’ve heard this century, started playing on the rusting Sony Walkman in the back of my head.
