Monday, March 21, 2016

Monday Excerpt: Diligent Mismemorization

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Non-fiction book! Based off the real-life events surrounding the filming of The Room.

This was one of my favorite books I read last year. It might have even been my #1 read of 2015, trampling all over the rest. I think it was because it surprised me so much with how insightful and heartfelt it turned out to be. It's funny, and that was expected, but it's also a very interesting meditation on the struggles of artists. (Even terrible ones).

Every single scene is immersive.
To my--and, I'm sure, everyone else's--astonishment, someone stood in the back row. It was the pirate from the previous week. Today he was wearing black pants, an ostentatiously studded belt, and a gleamingly pearlescent button-down shirt. He had a slightly hunch-backed posture, and when he walked his arms barely moved. He was also taking his sweet time getting to the stage. He went backstage and slowly picked around before returning with a foldout chair, which he snapped open and slammed down onstage, so that its back was facing the audience. He straddled the chair, legs spread wide, and pushed his long dark hair from his face.  It suddenly seemed possible this guy was actually sort of great. No one who wasn't great could afford to conduct himself like this. 
Shelton asked him, "And what are you doing for us, Thomas?" 
"No, not Thomas. It's Tommy." 
Bored already, Shelton scratched her nose. "What are you doing for us, Tommy?" 
"The Shakespeare, Sonnet 116." 
I heard someone mutter, "Oh no, not this again." 
I was watching Shelton very closely now. We all were. "Proceed," she said. 
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds," he began, "admit impediments." He bludgeoned his way through the rest, each line a mortal enemy. When the sonnet demanded clear speech, he mumbled; when it asked for music, he went singsong. Everything he said was obviously the product of diligent mismemorization, totally divorced from the emotion the words were trying to communicate. He was terrible, reckless, and mesmerizing. 
The Disaster Artist by Greg Sestero and Tom Bissell

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