LB: “There is no art without self-revelation.”

Armpit art?

by Larry Brody

No, those aren’t my words. Picasso said them first. But they’ve always seemed like genuine Truth to me, which means that when I watch films and TV or read books these days I all too often find myself thinking:

If this is self-revelation, man, are these writers ugly!

And then I remind myself: read article

LB: Speaking of ‘Paradise’

by Larry Brody

G the B, AKA The Soul of Cloud Creek

I’ve just been reminded (thank you, J.R.) that many of this site’s visitors come here every Monday just to read the Brodys’ adventures/misadventures on our Arkansas property, Cloud Creek Ranch. For which, natch, I give Big Thanks.

That reminder, however, was also J.R.’s way of saying that because the intended audience here is for the most part writers of one type or another, not every visitor understands why I call my co-star Gwen the Beautiful.

In other words, they haven’t seen her. So, although this probably will infuriate my lady love, I’m remedying that situation right now. read article

LB: Writerly Thoughts for a Friday

by Larry Brody

Speaking of synopses or even blurbs, their best usage seems to be not for describing what you’ve written so readers, editors, producers, et al will have some understanding of what it is, but for describing what you’re going to write so you’ll understand about it to finish the damn ms. without killing your favorite character along the way. read article

LB: ‘When Raymond Chandler Went to Work for Billy Wilder’

LB’s NOTE: Here’s how the NYTimes subheading described this article by Edward Sorel when the paper published it last month:

Because, you know, otherwise the film aficionados who would be attracted by the headline wouldn’t want to continue reading. I’m not a fan of either of these great talents (although I certainly acknowledge that they were indeed great at what they did), but I thoroughly enjoyed the following: read article

LB: ‘Man Overboard’ & Its Take on Pitching

manoverboard 9-9-21 by man martin

“And there,” as Strother Martin said many years ago in one of my favorite films, “you have it.”

To put it another way, is there any experience anywhere more depressing than pitching a story – any story – in “Hollywood?”

And yet another way: read article