Quentin Tarantino — The Blank Page

Yes, okay, you caught me. I was one of those kids. The ones going around quoting Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction. I’m sorry. I’m not proud of it. I told people to give Jackie Brown another try. I defended Narc a lot. I said people should try Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead when they’re in the right mood and listened to certain soundtracks to the point where my friends might’ve tried to hide them.

Me and my tribe back then laughed a bit too loud when Doug Liman does the sly little nod to the Goodfellas tracking shot in Swingers, after they’ve already talked about it. We gave each other knowing looks during Get Shorty. We were Miramax kids, before we knew exactly what had been going on there. We liked our crime movies slick and fast talking and we kept a close eye out for names like Elmore Leonard, even if occasionally meant we got something fairly low rate on our screens.

Music of the Fears

You might remember, the other week, that I mentioned setting up a sort of required reading list for the new novel. Who am I kidding? Of course you remember. They’re putting up the blue plaque outside my window to commemorate the anniversary of me writing it. I was talking about how I was looking for particular things to read and watch. I was listening to a lot of horror scores. I was basically chasing some sense memory of the novel I’ve got growing in my head. Or I was sense checking that it didn’t already exist.

Novel writing, Overthinking, SoundtracksChristopher Long6 September 2018Scores, It Follows, The Witch, Ghost Stories, Taxi Driver, Disney, John Carpenter, Jonny Greenwood, Spotify, Quentin TarantinoComment