The n hundredth book I've read on Welles, but a surprisingly fresh and interesting little volume, with an unabashed consideration of the connection between childhood and relationships on his films, convincingly done, in Bessy's essay; followed by various snippets of contemporaneous reaction, many new to me, tho mostly fluff or waffle (the French are particularly to blame) and a couple of pages of the unfilmed Salome script (translated back into English from a French translation)