I wish you had stareted that thread. I love Kent Haruf’s work. I used to work at a bookstore. We got an advance copy of “Where You Once Belonged”. That book was so moving, so proufoundly tragic, written in spare prose that seemed like verse. It was especially heartbreaking at the end because of how awful the event that climaxes the book is, after how much you’d gotten to love and hope for the characters.
Sorry to have hijacked the thread…
My partner bought LIT for me as a gift. He got it because I kept bugging him to go see it with me, but he didn’t want to, and when he finally consented, it had already left the theaters.
When I was going to university, it was my first experience in a big city. I went to LA awestruck and hopeful, marvelling at its glamorous appeal. It gave me experiences I never expected. In a way, it was very much like being in a foreign country, it was so unfamiliar. At the time, I was estranged from my family, because of my abusive and violent father, so I spent all of my holidays on the campus, along with a few foreign students. I did what the girl’s character did, wander around the city, curious about everything, a bit apprehensive, hoping to make a connection with someone. I recall once walking on Flower St in downtown on my way to the Temporary Contemporary Museum, and being struck by a wave of feeling that I later realized was loneliness.
This movie brought that time back. LIT wasn’t just about being in a foreign country with language and customs unfamiliar; it was about a disconnectedness, a feeling of being lost in thought, a fear of having lost one’s way. I understand some might mistake the character’s actions as being adulterous,; this would be a slight misinterpretation of what was occuring with these two. They were both lost in their lives, but found sometihing familiar in each other. That their spouses seemed to have made shut them out isn’t meant to excuse their connection but assists in awakening their acknowledgement of loss and unease. The moment that seemed most to be like a betrayal is when the Scarlett Johansesen’s character discovers Bill’s one night stand. She is at first icy and sarcastic during their tense lunch, but both come to realize that he was acting out the more commonplace method of connecting through the lounge singer something he’d really felt for her.
I was thinking about the films of Alan Pakula recently, and sad that current films telegraph ideas and story so blatantly, whereas his films worked like LIT, collecting images and character interactions that showed the viewer the feeling that was meant to be conveyed. It spoke to one’s intelligence as a viewer to interpret and not only understand the story, but to feel it as an undercurrent of emotion as well.