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...pattern. these people left town without paying there account is the sign that greets those entering the Menzies roadhouse. Even its ebullient owners, Robert and Christine Earnshaw, didn't mean to stick around for quite so long. He was an upholsterer from Perth whose first wife came to work at the service station; 18 years his junior, Yorkshire-born Christine, 45, stopped in Menzies while touring Australia. But after 12 years together at the roadhouse, they're ready to sell up. "It's an experience I wouldn't have missed, living here," says Earnshaw, who also runs the town...
...like the messiah," reports Finlayson. "He's very tall and lean, and he wore sandals and flowing clothes. I actually think they thought he was J.C. himself." Arriving unannounced in the roadhouse one day, having already driven out to the lake, Gormley had "burned himself a beauty," recalls Earnshaw. "He's a very down-to-earth bloke - and a bit strange, like all artists are. He couldn't be him and not be a bit different from everybody else, could he? That angel he's got in England - that's just mind-boggling, the size of that goddamn thing...
...Simply introducing the concept to the people of Menzies took time. "At first the town all thought he was nuts," says Earnshaw. There was "much talking," recalls Lorraine Williams. "He sat down and drew us a picture, and showed us what would happen." Some nine months later, in July 2002, the town was ready for its close-up. Headus 3D scanning equipment, used by the U.S. military to design uniforms and scar masks for burn patients, was trucked from Sydney and installed in a white booth in Menzies' town hall. Persuading 130 people to enter, strip naked and allow...
Upstairs in the Green Room Bienstock, Debbie E. Copaken '88 (Isabella), Evan E. Seevak '89 (Hindley), and David Silver '88 (Mr. Earnshaw) wait around. "I want to know the backstage superstitions," says Copaken...
...Colonel Margaret's husband and the father of her unborn child, and the enemy of her father but he was also the lover of her mother and the father of Anthony and all this unbeknownst to the children. No wonder the knowledge of it made Mr. Earnshaw ill." When such awkwardnesses of her own creation threaten to overwhelm the story, L'Estrange keeps things moving by simply brazening through. She produces a page-turner rather than art, but she does not drag Wuthering Heights into blithering depths...