[contextly_auto_sidebar] I’M STILL LISTENING, MARLON By Lawrence Christon It doesn’t happen often because it can’t. The taste of the madeleine that unleashes a torrent of memories and associations, the thing that makes you stop what you’re doing and plunges you into unexpected reverie. With me, it was hearing Marlon Brando’s voice, that strange, half-vaulted, pureed-through-the-sinuses … [Read more...]