The Vagaries of Fate

Time and fate are cruel masters. So then, if possible, we should turn against them and strike back against what is unfair and what is unjust. That my career should end so abruptly, while I was still so young, is wrong. Nearly 40 years have passed, the hope that I would ever rekindle a career is absurd. My name, my films, are not even known by the youth of today. They will squander their time in the spotlight, and then, they too, will decay as I have.

The difference, however, is that they will not do anything about it, but I will. I have been looking for a solution to this dilemma now for a great many years. Since my fall from fame, it has been my sole ambition. The pieces are elusive, and yet I will draw them out and stitch them together. My quest as easy as plucking the feathers from a bird, an elementary task so long as you have the resolve.

On Modern Beauty

It has become apparent over the course of my career that younger actresses will always be given preferential treatment. Understandable, given the nature and quality of men, the greedy hogs that one finds behind the desks of Hollywood in particular. When my youth began to escape, it is no surprise that the press and public turned their backs to me. I cannot say that I blame them, but they will see the the error of their ways.

Youth and beauty are transient, yes. But I ask, are they not obtainable again? If one could put on beauty as simply as one puts on makeup or carves their face to shreds with surgeries and implantations, would we fade away? I don’t believe so. The timeless talents of the silver screen would continue to be the vibrant, glistening gems of a new film era.

When you compare today’s pathetic teen idols to yesterday’s stars, one is but a spec of dust, lost in the majesty and radiance of true glamour. Where did the sense of style go? Where is the respect and reverence for the craft? The days of the Hollywood royalty I worked with are gone. In their place is a new breed of celebrities parading their many faults on stage. Their audience just as eager to see them crumble and fall as to adore them.

Welcome to my journal

My name is Evelyn Crane. No doubt you have heard my name. I was a star, once. My repertoire included such film classics as the Skeleton of Wolf Manor, Murder on the Edge of Night, and It Came from Beneath. In my time, I starred in over 75 pictures, playing across theaters nationwide. I was magnificent.

This online journal is now a catalog of my current projects. These ventures are a far cry from the ones of my past. These new endeavors have the capacity to change the world. You will understand in the coming months, but for now let me say that I am in pursuit of that which all men secretly want, and what they would do anything to obtain.