I have been having a very good time with author Sean Beaudoin as he tells me the story of You Killed Wesley Payne. Today we decided to have a walk while he went over Dalton Rev’s search for the truth and money.
Of course, as we walked my mind drifted a bit.
First and foremost on my mind was the movie Brick. Mr. Beaudoin’s tale is very similar to this movie both in style and execution. Each is told from the perspective of a hard boiled detective in a world of noir-ish themes and verbal exchanges. While Brick leaned hard into the Sam Spade type of world, though, YKWP seems to embrace an almost Game of Thrones type of epicness with a variety of groups and characters that intermingle to keep the reader guessing. I recommend both.
Our walk took us from my home down the walking trail and around to the library. There seemed to be a race of some kind going on on the trail, so we had to dodge and be dodged in turn as runners passed us by. For a while we stopped at a rest stop, and sat quietly until a group of children began playing in the woods around us.
A proper story cannot be told if there are too many children about playing. There is simply too much imagination in the air.
So Mr. Beaudoin and I continued on, past the baseball game. We stopped for a while and listened to the music and the announcers. The cheer of the crowd after a crack of a bat made us look up, but no ball came flying our way. We continued on.
My apologies to Mr. Beaudoin as we stopped in the library. I had some work to check on and processed a few materials in an archival collection that is nearing completion. A few hours later and we were on our way home.
I found myself drifting from the story at this point. I often do, drift away from a story, but not as much as I did walking home today. One main topic kept drifting back. Isolation.
I write and read a lot. I am not what you would call a people person, not in the most complete sense. I mean, I help them, that’s what I do as a librarian, but that is not where my skills lie. I got more done in the two hours at the library alone than I can in a full day of working just because people distract me and I cannot focus.
Here’s the kicker, that distraction, it is not bad. I like people and watching people and being around people, but if they are around me I can not seem to always concentrate on one project. And if I do find that concentration, it is total. That total concentration blocks out everything to the point where I feel bad that I am cutting others out that are around me.
That would be a fun conversation to have with my boss: “Hey, can I only work nights and weekends to get away from you people? Except, you know, come in and hang out every once in awhile?” Is there a job like that? Can I find it with my library degree? Should I be in libraries?
This little article seems to have gotten off the rails a bit. I apologize to Mr. Beaudoin. I was distracted from his story and have not gotten back to it.