Monday, November 28, 2011
Have you seen the film "Something's Gotta Give" with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson? What a hoot, very sweet mid-life romance movie. In my mind's eye, I'm watching the scene in which she writes her musical play. She is working through a heartbreak, sobbing as she writes, clearly staying up all night writing, crying, writing, kleenexes everywhere, she in her robe. She experiences a transformation as she writes - she begins to laugh instead of cry, you can see her excitement as the words flow through her. At the end she tosses the empty box of kleenex. Writing the play has healed her!
Writing 'The Tell' was ecstatic, yes, but healing? Not really. The book isn't deep or thoughtful; it's not philosophy, just C-grade spy dreck. It's so shallow, it could have been generated by a computer algorhythm. I find that interesting. I always figured I had a book in me, but I thought it would be a provocative, insightful, soulful exploration of human nature. How wrong I was!
I'm not disappointed. It's always a relief when I put down the habit of being so high fallutin'.
One thing I am endlessly grateful about is the fact that what did NOT come out of me was a sensitive coming of age story, or a rehash of my life's adventures. I do get out of my own naval every now and then, up to the shallows. Thank God!
The little blue squares are sticky notes that say FREE!