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A Heart-Breakingly Good Story
I know a Good Story / March 31, 2016

My husband loves to read the comics.  While I was raised to believe cartoons were simultaneously the lowest form of art and literature, they helped him learn how to read.  Before the Internet, he read the comics page before he read anything else in the paper.  Now he follows them online.  One strip, Mom’s Cancer, has made such an impact on him that I got him the complete graphic novel but I wasn’t going read it. Like everyone else, I’ve lost loved ones to this awful disease and the idea of reading about some poor woman’s struggle didn’t send me.  Add that feeling to what I was taught about comics as a kid and I decided this was a book to avoid.  Well, I was wrong, not just a little bit wrong, but WRONG with whip cream and cherries.   Mom’s Cancer is a story that needs to be shared and a strip was the best way to tell it. In 2004 Brian Fies was just one more baby-boomer in the sandwich generation part of his life (That’s when your kids see you as an adult but your parents still react like you’re a kid.) His parents and his siblings were living mostly…

Trickiest Heroes

Certain literary academic types like to search for the roots of stories.  Get a bunch of them together and pretty soon you’ll start hearing terms like “origin myth” and “archetype” being bandied about. (Well, that’s what you hear when you serve them tea and coffee. Serve booze and you may get something entirely different)   That’s because these thinkers spend a lot of their lives trying to understand humanity and culture through its literature and art.  Stories and characters are created to answer needs in the human psyche and some needs are so deeply rooted we don’t completely understand how or why they exist.  But because they exist, each generation makes up its own stories that revive or reinvent these characters and their adventures.  The stories gain or lose shades of complexity that correspond to aspects of the era it was hatched in but certain characters (or archetypes) reappear from one generation to the next and in stories from very different cultures.  Look anywhere in the pages World Literature and you’ll find the Wise Old Mentor or the terrifying Shade. You’ll also find my personal favorite there: the Trickster, the wildest, most entertaining Hero in the pack. Separating the Heroes…

A Eulogy for Moosie

My cat died yesterday.  In a world where terrorists gleefully bomb capital cities and spree killers ruin communities with a single gun clip, this seems like such a small event, I almost hesitate to mention it.  A cat’s death, what’s a cat’s death, occurring (as it did) on Good Friday?  A large percentage of the earth was already mourning a man who changed much of civilization.  So, from one point of view, Moosie’s passing was not really worthy of note.  On the other hand, it is important because Moose was no ordinary cat. The first everyone noticed about Moosie was his size. While the average domestic cat weighs between 8 and 10 pounds, Moosie more than doubled that weight and his fluffy coat made him look even bigger. He came to our home as a stray,but he fit many of the characteristics of Ragdoll breed with his outsized frame, short legs and sweet temperament. It was clear from the start that he liked being close to people.  “We’re going to need a bigger couch” my husband muttered after Moosie jumped up on the cushions. “He takes up half the space.”   He irritated the two resident cats with his size, appetite…

Where Spring (and Murder) are in Session
I know a Good Story / March 23, 2016

According the calendar, it’s Springtime at last, although my thermometer begs to differ.  Well, I don’t depend on the weather to foretell the seasons.  I have television for that, or at least I used to.  Once upon a time I reckoned summer by the return of Mad Men  and knew fall was coming when Sleepy Hollow reappeared.  I could count on spending the coldest weeks of winter with the Crawley family at Downton Abbey but they and Don Draper have shut up shop.  At least Grantchester returns with the Easter weekend.  Since this begins the second season, (and, as a rule, the books are better than adaptations) it’s seems only right to have a look at the source material. The Television Adaptation Grantchester is based on a series of mysteries by James Runcie, all of whom center around a delightfully unpredictable vicar of the 1950’s named Sidney Chambers.  On the one hand, Sidney is exactly what Central Casting taught Americans to expect of a British clergyman.  He’s kind, well-mannered, thoughtful (if a bit obtuse when it comes to attractive females) genuinely concerned about God and anxious to help his burdened parishioners with the difficulties in their lives.  On the other hand, he’s…

The Mechanism That Makes Art look Easy

Some people love to watch swans on the water.  I can’t blame them, it’s a gorgeous sight.   There, on the flat surface of a pond or lake, beautiful birds glide by, graceful and long-necked, pristine and white.  They lift their wings more than flap. They don’t splash.  There’s something perfect about the above-surface swan. Okay, but I like what makes it glide.  Underneath that smooth surface, wide, waddling feet are peddling like mad to achieve what looks like effortless motion. The submerged part of the bird looks ungainly but it’s what makes the surface appearance work. That’s what I like about creative structure.  Instead of the eye-capturing, realized vision, it’s the mechanism that made the imagined vision real. That mechanism is what Jack Viertel talks about in  The Secret Life of the American Musical: How Broadway Shows Are Built.  Like any other devotee of musical theatre, Mr. Viertel adores being swept away by a show and he’s been one of those lucky audience members for more than sixty years.  He’s also been a theatrical critic, an artistic director, a producer, a dramaturg (Mr. Viertel explains a dramaturg is the “noodge” who asks questions about a developing theatrical piece that…