A Writer’s Contemplation

Opinionated Man’s opinions about the challenges that writers face.

WordPress notifications tells me that “Opinionated Man” is now following this blog.

Well.  We can certainly expect some candid reactions from HIM.

It’s cool.  I’ve grown tired of Apathetic Man — he just doesn’t give a crap.

Also — to that female Star Trek cosplayer who started following me tonight (you know who you are), I find you quite charming.

from “On the Pulse of Morning,” by Maya Angelou

from “On the Pulse of Morning,” by Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.

— Thanks, Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178949

13 of Maya Angelou’s best quotes (USA Today)

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2014/05/28/maya-angelou-quotes/9663257/

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Goodbye, Maya Angelou.

I heard her speak when I was 16 years old at Hofstra University in New York.  Her voice was deep and beautiful.

CNN:

http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/28/us/maya-angelou-obit/index.html?hpt=hp_t1

Angelou reading “And Still I Rise,” also at CNN:

http://www.cnn.com/video/?/video/living/2009/07/24/bia.angelou.rise.cnn&iref=allsearch

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SHE CAN HAZ CHEEZBURGR?

Doing a book swap with Amanda, a writer friend in Connecticut — I almost stuck a couple of McDoubles in the box for the three-day First Class Mail journey.

She is my “homeopathic pal,” who is constantly exhorting me to eat better, and keeps getting me to put strange things into my body.  [NOTE TO ALL REPUBLICANS READING THIS:  I said “homeoPATHIC,” and the “strange things into my body” I’m referring to are …  like … distilled essence of reindeer horn and powdered Romanian wildflower and stuff.  So relax; she isn’t assailing your Institution of Marriage.  Also, tell Sarah Palin I said that she’s just cute as a button.]

Anyway … the cheeseburger gag — should I do it?  The Post Office Lady Who is Always Annoyed With Me regularly asks me those Homeland Security-esque questions whenever I mail a package … is anything flammable?  Is anything made of hazardous materials?  It’s sometimes fun, because it makes me feel like “The Jackal” (the Bruce Willis version) on his way to do battle with the incongruously charming Irish Republican Army member Richard Gere.  (Man, did that movie ever send mixed messages about terrorism.)

But is it legal to send burgers through the mail as a gag?  The Post Office Lady never specifies “cheeseburgers” in her queries. And don’t go making the obvious joke that food from MacDonald’s is always “hazardous materials” because I hear enough of that from my friends, and I LOVE MCDOUBLES.  (“Diagnosis? Delicious.”)

I hope it’s cool, because I really need a truly diabolical plan to impress upon Amanda that I do, in fact, have a sense of humor.  The other night, she told me that “my darkness can get in the way of me being a truly free spirit,” which is so goddam abstract that I’m not sure what to make of it.  I … don’t THINK it was an insult, and it’s possible that she was just all toked up again after smoking powdered reindeer horn or something.

If you are reading this blog entry, Amanda, here’s a poem excerpt just for you:

“Altogether elsewhere, vast

Herds of reindeer move across

Miles and miles of golden moss,

Silently and very fast.”

Those are the closing lines of W.H. Auden’s “The Fall of Rome.”  Rattle of that one at your next Earth Day celebration.  Now put the pipe down, Honey.

I feel certain my mother will e-mail me with spelling corrections for this blog entry’s headline, because, despite my best efforts, she still misunderstands the concept of LOLcats:

Me: They’re kittens.

Mom: It’s spelled wrong.

Me:  That’s the joke … the kittens can’t spell.

Mom:  But the kittens can use a computer?

Seriously, for someone who grew up before the Internet, the concept of LOLcats is hard to explain.  Schrodinger’s cat would probably easier.

So e-mail me your advice on the cheeseburger gag after you devote some serious thought to it.  In the meantime, tremble before these two portraits of diabolical plan formation.  Dear Lord … WE EVEN LOOK ALIKE.

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Thanks, Tammi C.

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My “who lives?” predictions for Hannibal Season 3. (MAJOR Season 2 spoilers.)

I am a notoriously poor prognosticator.  “24” proved that.  But I am also very persistent, and I’ve had too much coffee tonight to get to sleep before midnight.  So here are my predictions for who will survive the Season 2 finale of NBC’s “Hannibal,” after the jump:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Will Graham: alive.  The screenwriters have invested far too much time meticulously constructing this character.  Plus, the darker Will Graham is still new, and there’s a lot of story potential there.  I think I remember interviews with Bryan Fuller saying that Season 3 will follow the chase after Hannibal through Europe, so the plot calls for an FBI investigator (working with Interpol, I guess?).

Jack Crawford: alive.  Laurence Fishburne is too great an actor for NBC to let him go purely for the shock value of his character’s death.  Seeing him bereaved by Bella has story potential.  Also, see the suggested “chase season” mentioned above.

Alana Bloom: dead.  I love the character and the actress, but she’s superfluous now that the love triangle is over among her, Lecter and Graham.  Also, her death will devastate Graham, which is something the writers seem to love.

Abigail Hobbes: dead, for real this time.  Her story arc is over, and seeing her survive would undermine the tragedy of the season 2 finale.

Bella Crawford: dead.  The show is likely to take place largely outside Baltimore, and I think the writers have milked this subplot long enough.

Dr. Bedelia Whatersername: I hope she’s dead.  I love Gillian Anderson, but this character is so vague and inscrutable that she really just confuses the plot more than anything else.  Also, I’m pretty sure we’d all rather see Hannibal as a lone wolf.

Also: this show loves unholy alliances.  Therefore, I predict an uncomfortable team-up between Mason Verger and the good guys.

 

I need therapy after watching the Season 2 finale of “Hannibal.” Which is kind of ironic, if you think about it. (Season 2 review.)

It was brutal and amazing.  Where Season 1 was extremely good, the closing episodes of Season 2 have made the NBC thriller nearly perfect.  I actually think the show has reached the point where it actually improves on the Thomas Harris novels, as the better films (“Silence  of the Lambs” and Ridley Scott’s “Hannibal”) did.

I’m not even sure where to begin.  The dialogue is downright beautiful.  And this is a big improvement over the first season — in their zeal to portray highly intelligent characters, the screenwriters seemed to try to make every line sound brilliant — and it sometimes backfired awkwardly.   Repeated phrases and forced wordplay made the story’s accomplished academics sound like garrulous undergraduates trying to impress freshman girls at an off-campus party.  (Trust me, I know how they talk because I was one.)

In the latter episodes of season 2, the writers seemed to have gotten their game on.  You actually do get the sense that these are incredibly bright people discussing their worldviews and motivations.  I am not the most cerebral guy out there, and I’m the first to admit it — but I really feel that there were some goddam compelling examinations of themes like sociopathy, the sanctity of life (or a sociopath’s inability to perceive it), mortality, grief and bereavement, God and morality, and forgiveness.

I can’t believe I am saying this, but I think the screenwriters actually exceeded Harris’ prose in rendering Hannibal Lecter as a three-dimensional character — and this is coming from someone who LOVED Harris’ baroque “Hannibal,” which examined Lecter at far greater length than “Silence.”  For the first time, we get a coherent sense of an ideology for the character, linked closely to his inability to feel empathy and his apparent inability to feel love for other people.  And because the character is a genius and the dialogue here has improved, it’s very well articulated.

Lecter kills people (and fears his own death very little) because he perceives them as objects, in only physical or aesthetic terms:  “We are orchestrations of carbon, you and me — all our destinies flying and swirling in blood and emptiness.”

The characters themselves are better this season.  I’m sure that many others will disagree, but I think Season 1 failed to give us a truly likable main protagonist.  Will Graham, as scripted and as portrayed by Hugh Dancy, was too weak, self-absorbed and charmless to be a leading man in a police thriller.  It made me miss Clarice Starling, who was strong despite her vulnerabilities, both in the books and the films.  I wanted her to appear, all juiced up with girl power and dead-Daddy-Freudian-sublimation, and bitch-slap a little FBI training into Graham — maybe make him run that Quantico obstacle course a few times to toughen him up a little.   Starling is Naomi Wolf with firearm training, and she’s awesome.  The leading man on NBC’s show, for me, seemed to be Jack Crawford, expertly played by Laurence Fishburne.

That has changed.  Now that Graham has completed a certain character arc (I’m trying to keep this spoiler free), the new, darker, badass Graham (who often seems psychotic himself) is a terrific character to root for.  And he’s now frightening himself — his “Oh, yes.” line at the start of the finale gets under your skin just fine.  Nice work, Mr. Dancy.

I’ve criticized both Dancy and Mads Mikkelson in the past for their interpretations of characters Graham and Lecter.  Now I wish I could take it back.  Their work in the last three episodes was amazing.  They play off each other perfectly, and both actors handle heavy-handed lines perfectly.  Caroline Dhavernas is also wonderful as Alana Bloom — this actress has a great range, and is especially skilled at portraying shock and surprise.  I can’t imagine that’s easy for any actor, especially considering multiple takes.  She’s great as an audience surrogate for any horror film or dramatic thriller.

As has always been the case, the directing, the use of imagery, the recurring motifs and color, and the musical score was just wonderful.

There isn’t much more that I can say without spoilers — beyond the fact that the finale was quite sad, even by the standards of serial killer thrillers.  The ending of Graham and Lecter’s “friendship” was surprisingly moving.  Lecter’s final assault on Graham’s happiness was … sadistic.  And it’s heartbreaking when one character’s kindness to another is not repaid.

All in all, this is fantastic television.  I’d rate “Hannibal” Season 2 a perfect 10.

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“They are right.”

“There are those will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind are nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American Dream.”

Archibald MacLeish

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