THIS MONTH
`IT’S NOT EVERY month you go to Nicolas Cage’s house. Unless, of course, you are Nicolas Cage, in which case you presumably go there pretty often. But for the rest of us, a visit to the Las Vegas HQ of cinema’s most esoteric actor — a man who has had his head burst into flames in at least two films, who can make even the alphabet mesmeric, who can eat a peach for hours — is a rare and illuminating journey into the mind of a legend. There, we discovered sights we barely believed: a mystical crow caged beside a pool table, a rowdy possum on a balcony, dozens of lizards, and a throne-like Peruvian geode on which the man himself likes to perch. The sounds weren’t too bad,…