Admittedly, as a novelist and creative artist who had once admired the considerable accomplishments of Alfred Hitchcock, one approached the subject of this installment with initial reluctance.

However, one cannot deny the implications of one’s investigations. And, considering what shall be revealed, the implications are indeed, of enormous proportions. One also cannot allow their selfish sense of betrayal, however palpable, to stand as an impenetrable garrison to discovering the truth about the world at large. As the author and his loyal readers are discovering, this world, and everything in it, are filled with deep and willful deceptions.

Alfred Hitchcock has been almost universally lauded among filmmakers as a masterful creator of indelible images, and a maestro of cinematic composition.

While it may seem inconceivable to those who still regard Hitchcock with the highest esteem, and perhaps even consider his reputation to be unimpeachable, no doubt they will loathe and even scorn the idea of the master thrown headlong from the dizzying heights of his lofty pedestal.

Painful as this terrible notion may be, one shall attempt to do just that.

Stay tuned, folks. Continue reading “Hitchcock: a view through truth’s rear window” →