p.189 “In Africa some tribes used to believe that a camera is a box with which to capture souls.” Hartley makes this comment while talking about Lizzie, the girl who he would eventually abandon.
p.189 “Africa is bathed in light” Hartley’s counter to Africa’s image as dark… “At evening, the light had such depth that one could observe the incredible detail of things, as if the continent was made of liquid glass.” Describing light in Madagascar.
p.190 “Seeing the world in monochrome extremes was exactly the lens through which I wanted to see the world at that time and, for me, the photographers made dying look beautiful, war seem noble, and chaos appear as monumental as a heroic statue.” Hartley in explaining the allure of Lizzie at a photographer.
p.191 The French photographer Patrick was the hero of them all…once right after he was shot in the chest, “he dipped his finger in his own wounds and painted his blood group on his forehead, for the medics when they picked him up.” Wow. This is gangster. Hartley doesn’t mention his last name but I think this is him: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Chauvel Here’s one of his photos:
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