Mr. Putter: My Kind of Writer

A favorite anecdote that I’ve often shared with other writers dates back to college when my good friend Andy staggered into my room equally exhausted and exhilarated to announce a breakthrough on his senior thesis about Thomas Hardy.

He plopped onto my futon, then followed a big sigh with the most telling question: “Wanna go see a movie?”

We burst into laughter simultaneously, as at a punch line that had no joke leading up to it and thus was all the more enjoyable.

I’ve witnessed that same laughter more than once over the years when other writers have heard the anecdote. Why is it so funny? Because it’s so truthful. For all our coiled efforts that keep us plowing forward in this (or any other) craft, often what we are really striving toward is the kind of progress that will allow us to stop.

To stop and take a break in good conscience, feeling momentarily liberated from those coiled efforts when breakthrough is truth and the truth sets you free. [Read more...]

Prime Time Secrets

Recently I completed work on the first season of The Americans, a new FX drama about Soviet spies posing as D.C. suburbanites in the Cold War heyday of early 1980s America. My prior job was on Boss, about a ruthless Chicago mayor desperate to hide and survive at any cost an equally ruthless degenerative disease.

Loath as I often am to watch TV at night after a day spent creating it, I am hooked enough on Breaking Bad that ahead of its final chapter this summer I’m catching up on back seasons of the saga about a terminally ill high school chemistry teacher who puts his lab skills to use in the crystal meth business to secure the financial future of his family.

But I’m way behind on Mad Men, about a 1960s ad exec whose primary marketing campaign consists of maintaining his fabricated identity.

What gives with all the secrets that form a kind of landscaping in prime-time television? [Read more...]

The Diameter of the Bomb

By the time this posts more than two weeks after the event, the Boston Marathon bombing will already have lost most of its impact upon those of us not affected first or secondhand.

Even today, less than seventy-two hours later, a time for shock has mostly given way—generally speaking—to a time for shopping.

And arguably for good reason, this being Mayor Giuliani’s mandate to his shell-shocked constituents, myself included, right after 9/11: get out and get shopping to show those terrorists that they cannot and will not degrade our way of life. [Read more...]

The Last Taboo in Hollywood, Take 3

In yesterday’s post I did a “second take” (in keeping with the Hollywood motif) on my first post in this unanticipated sequence. Take 2 reconsidered my original point about “the gross lack of anything but lame portrayals of Christian characters in TV and film” in light of comments from readers that helped to correct me on one front (quantity of more nuanced portrayals) and adjust the terms of my argument on another front (quality of such nuanced portrayals).

In this latter vein, one reader’s comment on the oblique treatment of faith in Lars and the Real Girl brought to mind Emily Dickinson’s famous dictum to “tell it slant.” And lest I or anyone else forget, God himself subscribes to the same aesthetic with the parabolic mode throughout the Scriptures. [Read more...]

The Last Taboo in Hollywood, Take 2

I didn’t plan on there being a second take when I sat down to write “The Last Taboo in Hollywood,” my recent post here at Good Letters that took issue with the gross lack of anything but lame portrayals of Christian characters in TV and film.

But after years of working in the business myself, I should have known better: only a fool ever expects to nail a scene—or in this case, a post—in one take. [Read more...]

The Last Taboo in Hollywood

Ask my wife: I’ve been known to be a sucker for some fairly wooden programming on the likes of A&E, National Geographic, and the History Channel when they turn their attention to the Bible.

Proof of Noah’s Ark on Mt. Ararat? I’m in. The revolt at Masada? Fire up the popcorn.

If it’s possible to make a disclaimer, it would be that at least these programs—or at least the ones for which I have a soft spot—have been more in the documentary than dramatic vein, featuring noted scholars and talking heads over bad actors and talking godheads.

Reenactments in their basic cable mold tend to send me running for the hills of Judea. [Read more...]

Vengeance Isn’t Mine

Bring me a fountain pen dipped in blood! And the skin from his back for parchment on which to pen this post!

At least that’s how I felt two months ago when S.L. saw fit to call my wife one morning and lay into her for how she had handled a matter pertaining to the upcoming school auction.

The details are insignificant, only that S.L. had not been properly informed of a decision that involved a friend he had suggested for the auctioneer. But rather than express his displeasure as any rational adult and fellow school parent would, he felt justified in aggressively demanding an apology from my wife, only to bully onward after she said she was sorry and tried to explain what had happened.

Did it not occur to him that I might be home to witness the call? To see her brought to tears in the aftermath? Did it not occur to him that I might be the kind of husband who would land him in the hospital by day’s end?

My wife, who is no wilting flower (as our own disputes often attest), now had another hotheaded male on her hands when she hung up the phone. [Read more...]

Secession, or Why This New Yorker Won’t Be Joining the Enlightened States of America

Shortly after the November presidential election, I was sent an e-mail on the assumption that given my zip code and presumed party affiliation I would celebrate its content and join the victory stomp.

Seeing how peeved I was instead, perhaps it was a good thing that the matter coincided with the start of my recent brief hiatus from the blog. I knew I’d return to the topic my first post back, but not with such timing: Martin Luther King, Jr. Day coincides with the presidential inauguration.

In the spirit of disclosure, I’m a registered Democrat who pulled the lever for Obama without hesitation in 2008. I voted the same in 2012, though not with nearly equal certainty as I did the first time.

This had less to do with the candidates or even their platforms than it did with my own evolving standpoint that feels more and more like a no-man’s land between the two camps. [Read more...]