大卫·罗伯特·米切尔携《橡树街尽头》回归

IN 1982, WHEN DAVID ROBERT MITCHELL was eight years old, he would spend his days wandering his suburban neighbourhood in Clawson, Michigan, seeing mystery in mundanity. “Even something as simple as a dead-end street with a bit of woods and a rock wall, it felt like some other interesting world,” he remembers with gleaming eyes. “Just these odd little spaces that now, as an adult, you don’t think anything [about] — an alleyway, or the few feet between a garage and a chain-link fence — felt a little unusual, a little mysterious, a little magical.” …