I knew his writing. I’d read The Great Gatsby and Tender Is The Night. I had to read a lot more. I read his short stories and his letters. His letters are beautiful, his letters to Zelda. They loved each other so deeply but they were so destructive – mutually destructive. They consumed each other. And Woody was extraordinary. He exceeded my expectations of being a twinkling, remote, slightly neurotic bespectacled man. Woody Allen is a living icon and he totally lives up to the Silhouette.