Writing OUT OF COMPETITION – part one: the idea

Out of Competition began as an idea in 2000. It was written in France. Attending a French film festival I saw a film producer grandstanding his way through a series of well-constructed lies. Present that day in a film tent, I thought to myself: this guy needs analysis. At the same time, the recently-ended Soviet Union was embarking upon an economic march over to join in with the West.

Pencilling down ideas I came up with a couple of sketchy characters, one American, one Russian, similar and unique – types who wanted attention, enjoyed power, and were destined to meet, maybe do business together.

Other ideas and characters came into my head as a story began shaping up, but I couldn’t find a central idea to unify everything.

As the novel’s progress slowed my idea faded into the background. Where to begin and what is this about stalled me. I moved on to writing two other books and stopped thinking about the film tent inspired idea. Then in 2010 I read the translation of War and Peace by Richard Pevear and Lara Volokonsky. Hooked immediately, I read it once, then twice.

The translating team’s stated intention was to return War and Peace to Tolstoy’s original Russian language style. It was time. A series of English translators had turned Leo Tolstoy into a copy of a 19th century English novelist. The now well-known Tolstoy test: “The children rode the chairs to Moscow” showed Tolstoy not mutating chairs into carriages. Tolstoy’s children needed no linguistic bridge for their imagination. Pevear & Volokonsky understood this clearly, and translating simply, translated Tolstoy carefully following the original Russian of W&P. Bursts of French appeared again. Then the French culture and language influencing Russian life were torn asunder when Napoleon invaded in 1812.

I had my novel’s subject: Russians invading a French film festival.

Out of Competition and Democracy

Grifters, sharks, wannabes, liars, creativors cruise the seaside Promenade as an enfranchising of an entire festival grows out of protest, taking voting from annual juries and giving it to the fans, without whom the festival would not be.

When I was writing this the second invasion of Ukraine hadn’t happened. When I was in the the final draft oligarchs lived only in Russia. Now they’re hard at gaming America. When I was in the final draft, political sycophancy was in its infancy now it’s fully grown.

When I was in the final draft there was still an operational Democratic Party, now a couple State governors are performing CPR on its seemingly lifeless body. When I began writing this most of America believed in habeas corpus, personal and civil rights, accountability and independence of the judiciary.

When I was writing this novel it wasn’t clear how much damage the right wing of the Supreme Court could inflict on America.

Is American democracy at death’s door …..

The No Kings Protest, and then what happens..