It was highly anticipated, but ultimately tanked with critics and buyers. Finally the day came when the instructor wrote a novel. The workshops were good as far as they went, but this instructor taught nothing about plot or structure. Years ago a certain writing instructor taught popular workshops on freeing up the mind and letting the words flow. Just as beautiful prose is not enough to make a novel. Good acting is not enough to make a story. The effect is that after about thirty minutes the film begins to drag, even though Aniston is acting up a storm.
The problem the voters had, I think, is that the film feels more like a series of disconnected scenes than a coherently designed, three-act story. Aniston is brilliant in this dramatic turn. When the Oscar nominations came out earlier this year it was said that Aniston was “snubbed” by not getting a nod.
I felt a bit of the same about the movie Cake, starring Jennifer Aniston. Now, I’m no Joyce scholar, and I’m sure there are champions of Ulysses who might want to argue with Jung and maybe kick him in the id, but I think he speaks for the majority of those who made an attempt at reading the novel and felt that “nothing came to meet them.” The book is always up and away, dissatisfied with itself, ironic, sardonic, virulent, contemptuous, sad, despairing, and bitter … So I, too, read to page one hundred and thirty-five with despair in my heart, falling asleep twice on the way … Nothing comes to meet the reader, everything turns away from him, leaving him gaping after it. Occasionally you drop through an air pocket into another sentence, but when once the proper degree of resignation has been reached you accustom yourself to anything. It is actual fact that nothing happens and nothing comes of it, and yet a secret expectation at war with hopeless resignation drags the reader from page to page … You read and read and read and you pretend to understand what you read. Then, bit by bit, again to your horror, it dawns upon you that in all truth you have hit the nail on the head. Every sentence raises an expectation which is not fulfilled finally, out of sheer resignation, you come to expect nothing any longer. This remark occurred to me when I was ploughing through Ulysses for the first time. One day he stopped me on the street and asked, “Do you know how the devil tortures the souls in hell?” When I said no, he declared, “He keeps them waiting.” And with that he walked away.
I had an uncle whose thinking was always to the point. Here, in part, is what Jung wrote to Joyce (courtesy of Brain Pickings): Amusing because the letter was penned by no less a luminary than Carl Jung, one of the giants of 20th century psychology. I thought of MacDonald’s essay when I came across an amusing (at least to me) letter that had been written to James Joyce about his novel Ulysses. What you have is a collection of words that may at times fly, but end up frustrating more than it entertains. MacDonald reminds us that without the “something happening” you do not have story at all. Mind you, there are readers who like dry biscuits. Without it, the reading experience can quickly become a dry biscuit, with no butter or honey in sight. It is the soil in which plot is planted, watered, and harvested for glorious consumption by the reader.
I want to home in on that something happening bit. Dammit, story!”Īnd what is story? It is, says MacDonald, “something happening to somebody you have been led to care about.” But he sums up the primary element this way: “Story. Diligence, a love of words, and empathy for people are three big factors. MacDonald explains what it takes to become a successful writer. In his introduction to Stephen King’s first collection of short stories, Night Shift, John D.