Rickey’s book on Varda reminded me of when I first saw Varda’s films and when I read all the critics in all the papers in Boston. The return of Rickey, who first encountered Varda as I did, in a college class (though hers was taught by Manny Farber), is most welcome. Her book is moving because Varda’s life was moving, and because its existence made me realize I’d been waiting for it. It brings to mind something Varda said about seeing movies and making films: “When I see a bad film, I think, ‘Films are disgusting!’ When I see a beautiful film, I think, ‘That’s what I must do. I must create a beautiful film!’” {read}