If you met him in person, David Lynch came across as a Midwestern pastor, all gee-whiz and aw-shucks. He was one of the few people who seemed wholly incapable of irony and, hearing him talk, you’d think the man must have enjoyed a pretty darn nice Montana childhood.

His work could be weird, disturbing, nonlinear, even perverse. In life, he was almost comically old-fashioned. But there’s a method to the madness, and deep meaning to be discovered in the confusion he so expertly sowed.