Ever meet someone you suspected of being a B.S. artist? I had that feeling today on Bay Parkway. Bob, 74, retired after 35 years in the advertising business, spoke to me for at least an hour. He's in the process of writing a screenplay about two young film-makers who keep their cameras trained on an alley in a high crime area, hoping to catch an actual murder. They do capture one but discover they'd used the wrong film. They then focus their talents on adapting the novel of a reclusive writer to the screen. "Catcher in the Rye," I said. Bob laughed and said the two men consider Salinger, decide the work is outdated, and focus on another author, whose most famous work has Yahweh in the title. He says 14 million dollars has been raised to finance it, but that it will need 30 to go into production. He claims it's not difficult to raise such a sum once the money has begun to roll in. He also said his eleven year old grand-daughter has been writing for years, and that one of her mini-plays, ten minutes, was staged among others in an off-Broadway production. She has had poetry published and has written a novel Bob believes would be perfect for Pixar. He said he's written dozens of scripts for TV and the movies through the years, and asked if I wrote any sci-fi. When he first showed he purchased a beat up paperback anthology of Ray Bradbury. I showed him A Hitch in Twilight and gave him a brief synopsis of the first ten or so stories, and he bought it. The conversation turned to politics. We have the same negative view of liberalism. He lost me when he proposed that Ambassador Stevens was killed because he knew of a plot to steal Libyan gold. As much as I dislike Obama and the Clintons, it sounded as crazy as the belief that 9/11 was an inside job. Still, I thank him for the purchase and wish him the best of luck in his Hollywood endeavor.
I also was visited by a an ebullient Russian gentleman, Victor, who bought the remaining two of four oldies CDs I'd burned on my PC several months ago. He asked if I had any waltz music, as he runs a dance studio for people over 40. He was so nice I hated to disappoint him. I appreciate that he took a chance on music with which he was largely unfamiliar. He recognized only Elvis Presley, but there should be a couple of tracks suitable for slow dancing on the discs. Thank you, sir, and also to Bad News Billy, who bought a book on his beloved Yankees, despite the fact that he was a few bucks overdrawn; and to Jack of Chase, who bought two thrillers and donated three he'd bought from me weeks ago.
Vic's 4th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic's Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic's Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
Vic’s Short Story on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/k95k3nx
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