I first learned of Chantal Akerman after she passed in 2015. I read every obituary and clicked every link provided. I even remember where I was: in line for a burger on the sportier side of the CSULB campus. I reviewed her posthumous book My Mother Laughs published by The Song Cave and translated by Corina Copp for The Believer but the piece was killed …
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