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Do kids generally seem to get the joke, or do you have to deal with weeping children who've just basically been told, "Oh dear, you just missed Santa Claus, and then he got eaten by a bear"? DH: For the most part, it seems that children are quite used to adults standing in front of them, calling for attention, and telling them a complete lie.
So they usually have figured out what the gig is. The problem is actually more with adults. I was once almost forced off the stage at a large chain bookstore that shall remain nameless, because she introduced me as Lemony Snicket, and I immediately interrupted her and said, "Oh no, Lemony Snicket isn't here," and then she tried to cancel the event right then and there.
Advertisement AVC: Did she not get it, or did she just not like the approach? DH: She didn't get it. Upon questioning on another matter, she also was not aware that Canada was a different country from the United States. Whatever that may say about bookstore managers, she was the most trouble I ever had. And then occasionally there are parents who say, "I brought my child so he or she could learn what the career of a writer is like, and you did this long theatrical performance instead, and I'm very disappointed.
DH: I don't know. I can't imagine why you would want to take your child to see what the career of a writer is like, because it mostly consists of sitting in a room typing, or going to the library and looking something up.
Those are not exciting things to watch. They might be exciting things to do, but they're not exciting to observe or hear about. I'm always puzzled by that.
How much of him is you? DH: Well… I'm really somebody pretending to be somebody pretending to be somebody up on that stage. The more I protest that I'm not Lemony Snicket, and that I'm Daniel Handler instead, the more it becomes clear to the audience that I am in fact Lemony Snicket, that I am in fact standing in front of them. I think there are probably too many layers of interpretation there. Certainly there are too many layers for me to interpret them. Advertisement AVC: The idea of people pretending to be people pretending to be people comes up in a way during the DVD commentary track for Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events, where you play Snicket and director Brad Silberling tries to defend himself from your emphatic dismay over the film.
What was it like recording that commentary? DH: We walked into a room, and they showed us the movie, and we spoke into microphones. There was pretty much no prep whatsoever. And the director was immediately game, for which I am grateful, because if he hadn't been, I don't know what would have happened. Most people ask if we were intoxicated at the time, and we were not.
Advertisement AVC: As far as you know, did he have any idea what he was getting into? DH: Well, it wasn't the first time we'd met or anything, so I think he was more or less up for it. I'd made pretty clear to the people at Paramount and Dreamworks that, if they wanted Lemony Snicket to comment, he would be completely horrified by the entire film.
And as long as they understood that, it was okay. I'm not much of a fan of DVD commentaries myself, so this was my way of getting revenge, in a sense, for all the puffed-up directors and stars who talk endlessly about the self-aggrandizing minutiae of making a movie.
Advertisement AVC: What were your feelings on the movie? DH: Well, for a while, it seemed like it was going to be the most exciting motion picture ever made, and then there was a huge changing of the guard in which I was more or less fired as a screenwriter, and the producer quit, and the director was either fired or quit, depending on whom you ask.
If you ask him, he says he was fired. So then for a while it looked like it was going to be the worst movie ever made, hopelessly embarrassing, and by the time it was finishing up, I was so grateful that it wasn't the worst movie ever made that I overlooked many things that might have otherwise upset me. Advertisement AVC: Could you discuss why you were fired as a writer from the movie? DH: Well, it was somewhere between fired and quitting. I had written eight drafts of the screenplay when this changing-of-the-guard thing happened, and I said to the new producers, "I don't think I could write any more drafts.
We don't think you can write any more drafts either. But I honestly just meant that it was the work of Robert Gordon, and even though there's all sorts of cloak-and-dagger stories about who gets credit on movies, it just made the most sense to me that the credit should go to the person who wrote it. Advertisement AVC: Is it possible that some version of your screenplays might see publication, so your fans can see how you would have done the film?
DH: I guess it's possible. I hadn't thought of it. I find reading screenplays difficult, as they're only a roadmap for what a movie might end up being. I mean, I wrote those screenplays for Barry Sonnenfeld, because he was the person directing the film. The stuff that I wrote shouldn't be looked at as a holy grail for how I thought the film should be, I was adapting it for the purposes of people who were making the movie then, and by the time they weren't making the movie any more, I couldn't imagine starting over and remaking it for someone else.
Which I think is why fairly little of my writing ended up in the finished product, because Brad Silberling is an entirely different director from Barry Sonnenfeld… even though they both have the same, somewhat Hollywood-appropriate initials.
Advertisement AVC: What do you think of the prospects for another movie? DH: Well, I know they spent a great deal of money making the first movie, and although I don't know a lot about the motion-picture industry, I know that they like to make a profit.
So I think they're still making sure that they've made enough of a profit that it would make sense to make a second movie.
Advertisement AVC: Doesn't the studio need to worry about the actors aging out of the roles and needing to be replaced if a second film happens? DH: I guess so. I have this fantasy that the second movie would begin with a brief statement by all of the young actors who had played the children in the first movie, explaining how it had ruined their lives, so we would catch up with Emily Browning drinking heavily in the back of a burlesque bar, and maybe Liam Aiken would be living underneath a bridge, and then instead of the twins who played Sunny, we would just try to find the oldest woman in the world, and get an interview with her sitting in a trailer park.
I cannot guarantee that if there is a second movie, that it would open that way, but that was my immediate vision to take care of the casting problem. Advertisement AVC: Film is sort of a sincere medium, in that it's hard to tell audiences what to think about what they're seeing. It seems like that would make the self-conscious irony in your work difficult to bring across. DH: Well, I think it's interesting to see what people did with the story.
I don't think film is the writer's medium, and so I was interested to see what a director would do with it. I never thought about whether film is inherently more sincere, because certainly I think if Guy Maddin had directed A Series Of Unfortunate Events, there probably could have been more of the stage-y irony that is in the books.
But I was just interested to see what people would do with it, and worrying that Brad Silberling wouldn't do what I had in mind. Advertisement [pagebreak] AVC: Do you have any particular unified theory about the purpose of irony in literature, or in your work in particular?
Advertisement DH: The trouble with talking about irony is, it's such a slippery thing that the second you start talking about it, you're a better example of it than you are an analyst.
I do think of emotions as being on a circular path, so you can feel terrible and terrible and terrible, and then all of a sudden it becomes quite funny. So I think that has something to do with irony, and certainly has something to do with the part of that circle that the Snicket books investigate.
AVC: Speaking of your experiences with cinema, what was it like putting Rick together?
Now, you are. For instance, if you are walking in the mountains, and you don't read the sign that says "Beware of Cliff" because you were busy reading a joke book instead, you may suddenly find yourself walking on air rather than on a sturdy bed of rocks. If you are baking a pie for your friends, and you read an article entitled "How to Build a Chair" instead of a cookbook, your pie will probably end up tasting like wood and nails instead of like crust and fruity filling.
And if you insist on reading this book instead of something more cheerful, you will most certainly find yourself moaning in despair instead of wriggling with delight, so if you have any sense at all you will put this book down and pick up another one. I know of a book, for instance, called The Littlest Elf, which tells the story of a teensy-weensy little man who scurries around fairyland having all sorts of adorable adventures, and you can see at once that you should probably read The Littlest Elf and wriggle over the lovely things that happened to this imaginary creature in a made-up place, instead of reading this book and moaning over the terrible things that have happened to the three Baudelaire orphans.
These writers are called journalists, and like telephone operators, butchers, ballerinas, and people who clean up after horses, journalists can sometimes make mistakes.
If you take an aisle seat, you have the advantage of being able to stretch your legs whenever you like, but you have the disadvantage of people walking by you, and they can accidentally step on your toes or spill something on your clothing. If you take a window seat, you have the advantage of getting a clear view of the scenery, but you have the disadvantage of watching insects die was they hit the glass.
If you take the middle seat, you have neither of these advantages, and you have the added disadvantage of people leaning all over you when they fall asleep. You can see at once why you should always hire a limousine or rent a mule rather than take the bus to your destination. If you jump off a cliff, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful landing unless there is something below you to cushion your fall, such as a body of water or an immense pile of tissue paper.
If you jump in front of a moving train, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful voyage unless you are wearing some sort of train-proof suit. And if you jump for joy, you have a very good chance of experiencing a painful bump on the head, unless you make sure you are standing someplace with very high ceilings, which joyous people rarely do.
Clearly, the solution to anything involving jumping is either to make sure you are jumping to a safe place, or not to jump at all. You can be in a river swarming with angry electric eels, or in a supermarket filled with vicious long-distance runners.
You can be in a hotel that has no room service, or you can be lost in a forest that is slowly filling up with water. You can be in a hornet's nest or in an abandoned airport or the office of a pediatric surgeon, but one of the most unpleasant things that can happen is to find yourself in a quandary. If you refuse to entertain a baby cousin, the baby cousin may get bored and entertain itself by wandering off and falling down a well. If you refuse to entertain a pack of hyenas, they may become restless and entertain themselves by devouring you.
But if you refuse to entertain a notion--which is just a fancy way of saying that you refuse to think about a certain idea--you have to be much braver than someone who is merely facing some bloodthirsty animals, or some parents who are upset and find their little darling at the bottom of a well, because nobody knows what an idea will do when it goes off to entertain itself, particularly if the idea comes from a sinister villain.
Very few painters have done portraits of huge clouds of dust or included them in their landscapes or still life. Film directors rarely choose huge clouds of dust to play the lead roles in romantic comedies, and as far as my research has shown, a huge cloud of dust has never placed higher than twenty-fifth in a beauty pageant.
Soon afterwards, yours ended Lemony Snicket The world 'bubble' is in the dictionary, as is the word 'peacock,' the word 'vacation,' and the words 'the,' 'author's,' 'execution,' 'has,' 'been,' 'cancelled,' which make up a sentence that is always pleasant to hear.
So, if you were to read the dictionary, rather than this book, you could skip the parts about 'nervous' and 'anxious' and read about things that wouldn't keep you up all night, weeping and tearing your hair out.
But this book is not a dictionary, and if you were to skip the parts about 'nervous' and 'anxious' you would be skipping the most pleasant parts of the entire story.
Nowhere in this book will you find the words 'bubble,' 'peacock,' 'vacation,' or, unfortunately for me, anything about an execution being cancelled. Lemony Snicket If you were to take a plastic bag and place it inside a large bowl, and then, using a wooden spoon, stir the bag around, you could use the expression 'a mixed bag' to describe what you had in front of you, but you would not be using the expression in the same way I am about to use it now. Although 'a mixed bag' sometimes refers to a plastic bag that has been stirred in a bowl, more often, it is used to describe a situation that has both good parts and bad parts.
An afternoon movie theater, for example, would be a mixed bag if your favorite movie were showing, but if you had to eat gravel instead of popcorn.
A trip to the zoo would be a very mixed bag if the weather were beautiful, but all the man and woman-eating lions were running around loose. Lemony Snicket As the official representative of Lemony Snicket in all legal, literary, and social matters, I am often asked difficult questions, even when I am in a hurry.
Recently, the most common questions have been the following: 1. Will you please get out of my way? The replies to both of these questions are very long stories, so there is only room to answer one of them. Lemony Snicket What can be hidden in a book? Lemony Snicket On the day you officially join the organization, you will hear a noise outside your home. It may sound like the howl of a wolf, the chirping of a cricket, the engine of an automobile, the keys of a typewriter, the striking of a match, or the turning of a page.
The noise will come in the middle of the night, the middle of the morning, or, in very rare cases, late in the afternoon. Ask your parents what the noise was.
Denial, probably, the great exhauster, or maybe just a weary glance at all that sidewalk gum. The world was caving in on him, too, but my love wanted to run for it. Afraid of commitment, like all single men, he wanted to slipstream forever, picking up whatever stranger spotted him first. Without answering, he took his black jeans and jumped into his cab and merged, looking, I knew, into his rearview mirror at the reflection of traffic swarming around us.
I love you! I called. Peter went by, and then a bus, with black smoke behind it like the appearance of an evil queen. For a moment Penn Station shook in turmoil, a bubbling and gaseous Penn Station, but then the smoke cleared and the building was fully upright, proud as the truth printed out in big bright stencils: 6J I would find him, my Mount St.
Helens, I could find him anywhere. He was a landmark. I waved both arms in the air, joyous giddiness for all the cars to see: Peter, Peter, Peter. I stood at the curb and waved, semaphored, signaled. I hailed him, my active mountain, my hole in the sidewalk that led to the center of the world.
I knew if I waved long enough he would pull over and take me where I wanted to go.
It was a sort of action-adventure thing starring two women and one man, and another man who was the villain, and they all said funny lines sometimes, so I guess you could call it an action-adventure comedy except it was not a comedy in the traditional, classical sense, not in the way Ms. Wylie called it. Lila and I were in the same English class and we both worked Saturdays and Thursday nights at the Sovereign Cinemaplex, and I guess if I were a little braver I would have asked her something like, "Do you think Ms.
Wylie, who we both have fourth period, would call Kickass: The Movie a comedy in the traditional, classical sense? But the thing is, that line about Ms. Wylie is sort of lame, and I think Lila would just roll her eyes, which are green and thick with black eyeliner and beautiful.
Ask me why people go to the movies.
First you meet these two guys, one famous and one black, and guess which one dies in the first five minutes? The villain wants to blow up a stadium full of innocent baseball fans, and guess if he succeeds or if the two women who have to wear tight leather pants as part of an undercover operation manage to stop him, and guess if the famous guy gets to use that top-secret mini-submarine we got to see in the opening credits.
Late, is what kind, but also obvious, and the obvious part was sort of messing with the kickass part, if you know what I mean. Like, just for instance, standing ten feet away from Lila was sort of kickass, with her nails drumming on the box with the slot in it where we put everything that we rip in half, and with her blue-eyed beauty and with the gum she was chewing and with how lovely she was, in that way that makes you want to find something else lovely just so you can give it to her and see how really kickass it is to have two lovely things next to each other in the Sovereign Cinemaplex.
But the kickassness of Lila was a sort of muted kickassness, a kickassness tainted with melancholy, because there was also the obvious part, which was named Keith. Unchivalrous Keith.
The boy who has stood by you, at the left-hand escalator, for nine Thursdays and eight Saturdays, loves you very much, plus his chivalry! Which is the kickass part on my end, the part I think about every Lila moment, from the first bell for Ms. Wylie to the tearing of every little ticket that is handed to me: the total King Arthur chivalry that sits deep in my puny, frantic heart.
Example of chivalry, why am I working at the Sovereign?