I know I’m way behind on this but I can’t believe they killed Stringer Bell. Now for those of you who don’t know who Stringer Bell is, what on earth have you been doing with your life???
Run, do not walk, to the nearest internet outlet and buy yourself the complete set of The Wire.
You have missed the greatest show on earth.
Killing Stringer Bell is like taking down David Copperfield.
I have lost the will to live.
Besides his being oh, such a pleasure to watch, he was an extraordinary complex character.
A meticulous bourgeous trying to emerge from a tough chaotic street chrysalis.
My husband and I bought the DVD set late last year and have been systematically working our way though. We rub our hands with glee when we prounounce an evening a Wire night, hurrying our children to bed, toes tapping impatiently as they languidly brush their teeth, unclasping their arms around our necks as they say their prolonged good nights.
Even the kids know what we’re up to.
“You going down to watch that Wire thing, aren’t you?” my daughter called after my retreating back.
Then we sit back on the couch, grin at each other and flick on the dvd player.
But after last night’s episode we lay stunned in front of the credits, horrified and yet impressed with the writers audacity.
And of course it makes me think about writing in general and reminds me what makes fabulous writing tick:
Flawed but likeable characters.
A detailed setting.
Conflict, conflict, conflict.
Really, so simple.
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