“To be persuasive we must be believable; to be believable we must be credible; credible we must be truthful.” – Edward R. Murrow
big head morning: As a rule I avoid state of the union addresses. Personally, I think political speechwriters are no more capable of non-fiction than James Frey. And when speaking ‘Himself’ seems to get the glazed over look of a true believer, which I find utterly disturbing. I will stick to the relatively honest Hollywood method of predigesting fact and fiction and feeding it to us as pretty pictures and pinup boys.
Many movies up for endowment from AMPAS are based on books (well, sometimes they just wave a book over the screenplay and chant some magic words, but what the hell.)
Brokeback Mountain – Annie Proulx (Close Range: Wyoming Stories)
Memoirs of a Geisha Arthur Golden
Capote by Gerald Clarke
Munich George Jonas ( Vengeance: The True Story of an Israeli Counter-Terrorist Team)
Walk the Line – Johnny Cash (Cash: An Autobiography)
Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen
The Constant Gardener John le Carré
Syriana – Robert Baer (See No Evil: The True Story of a Ground Soldier in the CIA’s War on Terrorism)
Speaking of the Frey-man it seems it’s cold and lonely outside of Oprah’s kingdom.
Posthumous publishing: Ché Guevarra has a couple of new books coming out. You really gotta hand it to people who don’t let a little thing like death get them down.
In the catagory of ‘was this book really necessary?’ we have a British civil servant cooking up Squirrel Nutkin and Benjamin Bunny after they have been squash-you-all-flat by a Mini-Cooper. I swear I do NOT make this shit up.