{"id":1661,"date":"2004-09-02T13:58:27","date_gmt":"2004-09-02T17:58:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=1661"},"modified":"2015-05-14T19:40:45","modified_gmt":"2015-05-14T23:40:45","slug":"billy-wilder-america","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=1661","title":{"rendered":"Billy Wilder: On Arriving In America"},"content":{"rendered":"

Excerpt from Conversations with Wilder<\/a>\"\":<\/p>\n

I first saw America from the Aquitania<\/i>. We were delayed half a day, we were up in the harbor. It was a snowing winter night. I stayed with my brother in his little house on Long Island. In the morning when I got up, I looked out the window. It was still snowing. And there was a big, black, stretch Cadillac. Out comes a young boy with a stack of newspapers and he deposited one on the front doorstep. The weather was bad, and the newspaper boy’s family was driving him in that big car. But to me, I thought, “What kind of country is this?” Newspapers delivered by Cadillac! It was stunning! I liked it. I loved<\/i> it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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