tom is amanda’s second husband, a native new yorker in his early thirties who fashions himself a real estate developer and often points out how he is already a millionaire. he owns a bar in the lower east side handed down to him from his father who also owned the building, near where amanda’s corpse was found. he met amanda during her last year at film school, when she asked him if she could film her final project in his bar. taken by her and intrigued by the idea of his father’s bar showing up in a film that, who knows, might end up on tv one day, he’d agree if she went out to dinner with him. they were married in a civil ceremony a little over a year later, tom becoming her patron and often funding a great portion of her projects.
however, with his financial support came a degree of paranoia and an overwhelming desire to control her. he often accused her lying when she wasn’t, even though he had never even asked her if she was involved with anyone else when they had met, let alone if she was already married. the idea just never occurred to him but he doubted her fidelity and honesty at every turn. they often fought about the subject matter of her movies, accusing her of the same sort of promiscuous behavior some of her early work depicted. he would talk while they watched classics, offering opinions that were not only uncalled for but drove amanda completely up the wall. but he could also be kind and incredibly patient with her, particularly when she felt an overwhelming anxiety that left her powerless.
while touching upon some of their early moments together, tom’s storyline will be one of him piecing together his accusations with her absences into the lives of her other husbands. he will be wrong most of the time, as he’d often been, but will never know it. for tom, there will be a mixture of regret and betrayal, an overwhelming sense that he had done more than enough for her but it wasn’t enough competing with the feeling that he could have done more to keep her, that he was guilty in not only keeping her faithful in their marriage, but also in not preventing her death. given his possessive and controlling nature, the police believe he might have had a hand in her death.
Category Archives: words
and when and then
and when i say ‘no,’ she says ‘yes,’ and when i say ‘yes,’ she suddenly says ‘no,’ and when i put my arm around her she says ‘you’re disappearing again,’ and i say ‘leave me,’ and she says ‘don’t you dare, you come back here right this second,’ and when i breathe she says ‘you’ve ruined my mascara,’ and kisses me hard on the mouth until her gums bleed and when i say ‘i taste his laughter,’ she says ‘but you’ve already left me,’ and when i say ‘i’m here but i’m lost,’ she says ‘can’t you see me?’ and i say ‘i can barely even hear you through all this shouting,’ and then she says ‘i’m already gone,’ and i can’t say nothing at all
snowflake project: 3. storylines: ian
ian is unbelievably handsome, amanda has told him time & again he has “a certain kind of quality that makes you immediately fuckable, almost impossible to resist if you weren’t so not there.” he is amanda’s first husband, having moved with her to new york when she started film school there, modeling underwear for one of the department store chains.
he has no ambition, avoids confrontation, usually stares off into the distance during heated arguments with amanda. he never initiates contact, affection or conversation. he watches the occasional football or baseball game but doesn’t root for any particular team. he doesn’t even have a preference for any specific beer, taking whatever is offered to him. since arriving in new york, he’s had multiple flings with photographers’ assistants, none of which ever amounting to a full blown affair.
his storyline will consist of these sort of scenes, starting from their first fight but jumping back and forth throughout the course of their lives. from his perspective, amanda will appear passionate and often times apparently jealous, clearly yearning for something more from him other than his constant neutrality and inertia. out of the three husbands, however, ian will be the most heart broken with amanda’s death, his reflections on her being the most poignant.
snowflake project: 2. story setup
“According to inscriptions describing the reforms of the Sumerian king Urukagina of Lagash (ca. 2300 BC), he is said to have abolished the former custom of polyandry in his country, on pain of the woman taking multiple husbands having her teeth bashed out with a clay tablet.”
-Wikipedia entry on Polyandry
see also this “Multiple Husbands” entry featuring a documentary on polyandry from YouTube
Transgressional fiction or transgressive fiction is a genre of literature that focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who use unusual and/or illicit ways to break free of those confines. Because they are rebelling against the basic norms of society, protagonists of transgressional fiction may seem mentally ill, anti-social and/or nihilistic.
-Wikipedia entry on Transgressional Fiction
amanda, a female polygamist and an aspiring independent filmmaker from the northwest is found dead in the lower east side of new york city. she was married to three men, all living in and around new york: harry, tom and ian, each successful men, with various qualities between them. harry is a brute, tom is controlling and jealous, ian beautiful but detached. when each husband is brought in to identify her body, the secrets of her life and the mystery of her death are revealed.
four storylines, possibly five, three of which focus on amanda & each of her husbands told in flashback, one set in the present when the body is found and another focusing entirely on amanda as a filmmaker and leading up to the night of her death. interspliced scenes, echoing sentiments and contrasts between the three separate lives and her own filmmaking. perhaps footage, told in her voice. this not a police procedural, this is not about if one or all of her husbands killed her or not (although one of them might have). possibly difference in word choice as well between the flashbacks, as if each husband is telling his own version of her story, or perhaps the opposite, 3rd person for them, first person for her, giving a certain kind of ‘artistic’ attention to detail, etc.
trying to tackle themes about art, gender, love, marriage and morality. larger question, an old one, is the artist necessarily moral/immoral? how does love inform art and vice versa? how do the complications of marriage and loyalty get thrown into question because our protagonist is a female polygamist?
Logistical issues-
-Time management (she travels to shoot her films, when does she spend time with husbands, when does she film?)
-Even if moderately successful, wouldn’t she bring one husband or another? wouldnt her friends eventually figure it out?
snowflake project: 1. single sentence
the life & death of a female polygamist told as her three husbands meet each other to identify her body in the morgue.
the story you have written on me
he writes on me a story i live by, of lies & emptiness, of leaving & rage. he writes on me a story that twists my flesh into scars pale and meaningful. i trace the ridges and hear him lie to me again & again. he says, you cannot tell this story, this is my story, this is my story of you, this is how you will live, that is my story of your life, this is my present to you, these words to live by
& i am mad & i am lost & i am the crack in the wall that weakens the ceiling & i am the fissure that bursts the spleen & i am the choke hold around your neck & i am the fly in your coffee grown cold & i am the broken skin around your fingernail & i am the sudden wet sound of a knife leaving the body & i am you being undone & i am the story you still tell from the grave i’ve put you in
notches
in vying to make a notch in their belts of the other they ended up hanging themselves instead
a wake, awake
a sight for sore eyes, eye sore, sores on the skin, whore, teeth clenched, more, i wanted all of it, site of infection, inflection, seduction, a gnashing of limbs, doors within cracked frames, panting, ranting, raving, craving, separate the nail from the finger, knuckle crack, fracture, rapture, rupture, piercing, wailing, i want none of it, all of it gone, used, abused, fallen apart from disuse, a wake, awake, just wake the fuck up.
resurrection game
with a steady hammer, you nail me on the crucifix of our desire only to saw off my limbs, claw the nails out with clenched teeth & nail me back up again.
this is my pain, you said, struggling with the weight, your breath on my cheek as you drive the biggest nail i had ever seen right through my eye.
& we laughed so hard that townsfolk miles away thought we were howling.
3 choices
years ago i had written, in any given situation immediately three choices:
1.act
2.react
3.or remain perfectly still
the third option, the most difficult of all.