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Society
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Written by Peter Warren
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First published Scotland on Sunday Magazine and the Sunday Express
I FIRST met Stanley Kubrick 10 years ago at the wedding of his daughter
Anya to one of my oldest friends. At the reception, in a marquee on the
lawn of Anya and Jonathan's house, I was surprised at the ease with
which he could be approached. Kubrick even seemed shy.
And while I stuttered on about how I was about to fly to the Gulf to
cover the conflict with Saddam Hussein, scared of boring him and
slightly in awe, he listened intently.
Rather than being dismissive and aloof, as I expected, he instead
seemed fascinated. Kubrick, a man with a consuming passion for the
detail of conflict, was asking me the questions.
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