DEAR FRIENDS, 2/6/2012

I thought sure I’d complete the rewrite of BROKEN WING this week, and be ready to send it off and turn to my next project. As I keep saying, the best laid plans of mice and men . . . . I guess I can take comfort in knowing that I’m just about done. I’m reading through it for the last or next to last time and will surely be done with it and on to SAMOVAR AND ZEEMAHOOLAH sometime this week.

I have no hope for BROKEN WING. I think, also as I said earlier, this is a story that will be in a file somewhere when my daughter, Nadine, inherits my work. But every writer has to have a few of those manuscripts somewhere.

This week Tod Davies, publisher of Exterminating Angel Press, and I settled on the cover for my new book of poems, PARK SONGS, which will be out in September. More about that soon.

I wasn’t able to work last night since I had to watch at least part of the Super Bowl and, of course, all of DOWNTON ABBEY.

Speaking of the Super Bowl. The pre-show lasted for 5–yes, that’s five–hours. Why? The longer the pre-show the more commercials you can get in. This is serious Capitalism, folks.

But more importantly, every Sunday evening at 9:00 I’m at me telly to watch the latest installment of DOWNTON ABBEY. As I’ve said earlier, I love serials, which is an upper middle class way to saying I love soap operas. I’m incredulous that I like this show so much. The shocking thing for me–this working class guy from the streets of Cleveland who has always fought for the underdog–is how in love I am with so many of the aristocracy, and with the downstairs people too, of course. I’m getting more and more involved with the incredibly beautiful Lady Sybil Crawley (Jessica Brown Findley) and Tom Branson (Allen Leech) the chauffeur and Irish revolutionary. They seem to me to embody the entire DOWNTON ABBEY story since it’s all a story about class conflict anyway. There is an amazingly touching scene in Season 2, Part 2 when Sybil is out at the garage talking with Tom and he says something disparaging about her family and she tells him in no uncertain terms how much she loves her family. It’s wonderful because she obviously loves them, yet she loves Tom too, but how can she have both! Argh!

More next week.

Sincerely yours, David Budbill