We are seriously sleeping, as a collective reading public, on the thought of Adrian Martin. Would love a representative collection of his writings; I find him funny, phlegmatic, measured, and brilliant. He had read widely and interpreted deeply, and his considerations on Maya Deren, Pier Paolo Pasolini, and Raul Ruiz are more than worth the price of admission. Very helpful for someone like me who sees the lines between creation, critique, and theory as, at best, blurry.