What Movie, What Blog Inspired Me This Week?

There is a reason I named this blog “Book Ends and Odds.” Sometimes I will just post random odds and ends: about movies, books, blog posts, life, things that make me think. Here we go….

The Tree of Life

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It rained all day yesterday so I made popcorn and watched “The Tree of Life.” This is a movie that critics either rhapsodized about or hated.

The subject matter is compelling: the day-to-day life of a family in the 1950s, the death of a son, another son’s attempt – as an adult – to reconcile with his father and make sense of it all. Themes include loss, grief, regret, and shame.

But the movie is experimental. There are amazing scenes, gorgeous filmography, suggesting how the world began and a scene at the end that seems to depict an after-life where we reunite with our loved ones on a beach. There is not that much dialogue. Instead, there is a lot of whispering and interior monologue and a sound track grounded in religious music.

But this is what inspired me the most: I have never seen such realistic scenes, such patient scenes that show the roller-coaster of emotions that children experience. They are depicted in this film by the brilliant Terrence Malick not with dialogue, for the most part, but through the smallest, the tenderest of gestures and nuanced facial expressions.

As I watched, I thought how miraculous it would be to write scenes like those contained in the film and create the same kind of emotional impact but with words. A central character in my novel in progress is an 8-year-old boy who has lost people he loves. As I continue to revise, I plan to envision those scenes with the young brothers in The Tree of Life and see if I can capture some of that screen magic.

My favorite blog post of the week:

I love Justine Musk’s blog not only because it is always incredibly informative and well-written, but because she is so passionate about art and life. Her latest post was just what I needed. In it, she relates what Joyce Carol Oates said when asked at a conference what she would do today if she had to launch her writing career all over again.

She said, “I would blog.” She went on to say, “I would blog before I wrote a book.”

Justine then discusses how important blogging is to developing a voice, a voice that an audience can connect to, and how each blog post is another chance for the writer to practice, another opportunity for feedback.

Love a post that makes me feel inspired.

What post inspired you this week? Did a movie give you an idea for developing your story?

How Rejections Are Like Being On American Idol

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Confession: I have submitted stories for publication and received rejections.

Confession: I love American Idol.

As Emily Dickinson noted, hope is the thing with feathers. At least, that’s what I think my two confessions have in common.

I love American Idol because it is all about hope. Hope and courage and talent. Every season, thousands of young people attend auditions all over the country and the best are selected to compete. Once the season begins, so do the eliminations. Each week, the finalists sing their hearts out and each week one is sent home. In front of millions of people. Now that is serious rejection.

By contrast, when I get a rejection on a story, no one needs to know. I can file it, toss it, or try to forget about it. The humiliation is all mine alone. Still, there is pain.

But rejection does not have to end there. Once a finalist on American Idol is rejected, he or she may still go on to have a successful career. Jennifer Hudson won an Oscar after leaving American Idol in seventh place. Chris Daughtry recorded the fastest selling debut rock album in history after he was voted out in fourth place. They never gave up. They knew they could sing and they kept trying and they succeeded.

That’s the message I take from American Idol whenever I get a rejection. I submit my story again and I keep submitting until successful. I am certainly not saying that I can write as well as Jennifer Hudson and Chris Daughtry can sing, but I draw from them their passion for their art and their determination.

Another show that inspires me to stay with it is Britain’s Got Talent. It is very much like American Idol, but there are some differences. Britain’s Got Talent does not have age restrictions and it allows all kinds of talent. This can lead to interesting performances, to say the least.

(Does anyone – besides me – remember the Miss America finalist who, for her talent, demonstrated her skill in packing a suitcase?)

Anyway, we all remember Susan Boyle’s first appearance on Britain’s Got Talent. A plain, simple woman from the country, she had an amazing voice. It was jaw-dropping! This season we have Charlotte and Jonathan. Jonathan, who was bullied in school because of his weight and Charlotte, who never stopped believing in him. If you can watch this performance without shedding a tear, well, go for it!

What I love about Charlotte and Jonathan are not only their voices, but their loyalty to one another and their simple recognition of what’s really important. And that gets me back to my writing. Even in the face of rejection, I continually work to find my voice, to write what’s true. No one can stop me but me.

I am sure you all have someone or something that inspires you, keeps you going. Who or what is it? We’d all love to know!

Book Note

I recently finished reading Arcadia by Lauren Groff. I will admit that I wasn’t drawn to the book by its plot but I was totally pulled into it by the sheer beauty of the writing. You can land on any page of this book and see writing like this, a description of the boy, Bit, having a picnic with his parents, Abe and Hannah, during a difficult time in Arcadia:

Now they are together on a blanket spread under the copper beech, in the cool summer evening, and Bit feels the old happiness circling him, watches his mother’s hands flying like swallows to portion out the food, sees the way Abe looks at Hannah with his heart in his face.

This is the kind of writing that makes me want to write, that makes me wish that I could write just like this.