amanda met harry at an atm machine he was fixing while she waited to withdraw some cash, a little over year after she had married tom. he is, on the surface, a brute but with a self deprecating sense of humor. well read and seemingly knowledgeable, they both felt easy and also uneasy with each other. harry ultimately is an odd mixture of anger and kindness, coldly analytical but also impulsive. for the most part he cannot be reasoned with, resolute in his opinions and even more so if argued with or contested.
out of the three, amanda had the most chemistry with him although neither of them could specifically point out as to why. his job confused her, it seemed out of place for him, particularly when he often wrote pieces that had, as amanda would say, “an attention to mundane details that leave you haunted.” she would often trawl through them for material, never finding anything suitable for her films. he had no interest in publishing, claiming it was just something he did to pass the time, just something he felt compelled to do.
he often chided amanda for “not thinking things through” which she thought ridiculous considering the plethora of details involved in filmmaking (cinematography, sound, editing,) that harry, as technically minded as he was, barely had a grasp on. for harry i’m debating whether or not to shoot his story through with straight minimalist prose (i.e. carver, a little beckett-but not too much), poetic/elliptical prose (i.e. “without the inherent sickness of blanchot” -don byrd) or something along the lines of a technical manual (since he is an atm technician); it depends how far out there i want to be.