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Novel Revenge

on October 5, 2014 in Misc 8 Comments »

You may have noticed that the movie Gone Girl came out this last week.  It’s based on the bestseller that sold about half a billion copies.


I’m not giving anything away when I tell you that the story revolves around some pretty twisted revenge.  Not the Carrie-level, impulsive mayhem type, but some crazy payback nonetheless.

gone girl poster

I thought about Gone Girl and retribution/ revenge/ The Avengers (just kidding) a couple days ago when I learned that a lawyer I had an unpleasant legal encounter with a couple years ago, and who insulted me and pretty much called me a liar, has since gone through some hard times.  He might now be divorced and his professional life, which wasn’t exactly stellar to begin with, has slid even farther into obscurity.

God forgive me (and yes I do have spiritual beliefs), I was so happy about this news.

See, the thing is this involved a minor case of my being paid my medical deductible for an injury.  I also wanted an apology from the client.  Well, I received most of the payment but nothing else, and a part of me is still angry with the lawyer and his spineless client, and I’ve been angry with myself for not standing up for myself when I had the chance.

Sure, I should just forget the matter.  I know better than to wish misfortune on others because it’ll only come back on me (maybe that’s a superstition more than a belief, but I heed it).  Still, that memory sometimes drifts through me as if in search of a cathartic ending.  I really do believe that a sense of justice is hardwired into our genetic makeup.  We all have a sense of fairness and of right and wrong.  We want goodness to be rewarded and evil to be punished.

Okay, so this lawyer is not evil, just a mediocre twit.  And no, I most definitely do not want Gone Girl type of retribution.  But because he has had some misfortunes, most likely because he brought them on himself,  the world around me feels a little more balanced.

Maybe this is why books like Gone Girl or Carrie are so popular.  They’re over-the-top overreactions to injustices, real or imagined, that characters experience.  But if we’re not careful our sense of justice can turn psycho, which is entertaining in a movie or book but not so much fun in real life.

How about you?  Any tales of retribution or justice you’ve lived through and thought of turning into a novel?

Have a wonderful week.

Once, just once years ago, I very possibly, very briefly exhibited a kind of action hero superpower.

I know what you’re thinking. Did I fly through the air? Pick up a car? Bend a steel bridge in half by means of pure mind power like Magneto does, or whoever that X-Man is?

Um… not quite.

What I did wasn’t much, but it was really weird.  I made a picture on the wall vibrate and rattle for about 10 minutes.

Yes, I thought that would astound you.  Let me explain.

I was not touching said picture, which by the way was a large, framed poster that weighs about a pound, maybe a pound and a half.  I’d had it since I was eighteen (a Beardsley print I got in London), still have it, and never before or since has it moved a fraction of an inch.  Also, at the time of said vibration I was at least several inches away from the picture.  The thing was hanging on the wall above and behind me as I sat on the sofa.


The reason for this was that I had just learned via phone from my sister that her teenage son, my fave rave nephew, had just been subjected to a truly cruel, outrageous injustice.  I mean, it was so over the top it was mentally hard to grasp.  Only a few days later would the ugly mess be resolved.

In the meantime, my nephew was extremely upset and suffering and my blood was boiling.  I was also paying almost no attention to the way the metal frame of the picture near my head was doing a non-stop tap dance.  After a while I reached up and stopped the rattling by touching the picture.  I vaguely assumed that the refrigerator in the kitchen, which had cycled on, was vibrating the floor which was vibrating the walls, etc.  Within seconds, the picture again started rattling away.  When the refrigerator cycled off the picture kept moving, and it didn’t stop until I got up and moved away and forced myself to calm down.

All the while, NOTHING else moved, not the other pictures and art pieces on the wall, not a single knickknack or paddywack or give a dog a bone in my entire place gave any indication that something was making them do a jitterbug.  The news never reported the tiniest earth tremor – very rare in Denver anyway.  And in the following days and weeks I found myself waiting for that picture to shake rattle and roll again.  But it never budged.  And that’s when I realized that my out-of-control emotions may have been the force that had moved it.

Now before you chalk me up as a nutcase, let me tell you that I only made this mind-over-matter connection ‘cause I’d seen an old science show on the topic.  In it, the scientist-cum-science-fiction writer Sir Arthur C. Clarke investigated cases of so-called psychokinesis or telekinesis, and his simple conclusion was that small objects can “be thrown around” with no apparent physical cause other than by powerful emotions.

“Usually there is a disturbed adolescent in the background,” he stated (shades of  Stephen King’s Carrie!).  He went on to say that “labels such as ‘psychokinesis’ are only fig leaves to conceal our ignorance” when instead we should look for a scientific explanation for a phenomenon that has made for a “persistent pattern over so many cultures and such a long period of time.”

Hot damn!  Who knew there were so many watered-down versions of Carrie out there?  As for myself, all I can say is that I wasn’t a disturbed adolescent when I made that picture rattle.  But I guess I wasn’t exhibiting any latent superpowers either.

Darn it.