I noticed this post was sitting in my drafts folder with nothing more than a heading. It’s been sitting there nearly a year. Who knows what the hell I was thinking when I came up with that title.
If the past is a foreign country, one’s past self is a stranger. Or least someone you went to school with a long time ago and now no longer have anything in common with except for a lingering adolescent love of first gen punk rock.
What was that post supposed to be about? The shapes of stories? What can that mean?
It was Vonnegut. Of course. How could I forget.
Borrowing from this general idea, if mapped in two dimensions, there are five story shapes:
- Up to Down – Tragedy
- Up to Down to Up Again – Comedy
- Down to Up – Boring Biopic
- Down to Up to Down Again – Oscar-Award Winning Biopic
- Flatline – Vonnegut says Hamlet, but I think a lot of us can generally agree that shit is pretty fucking tragic.
Why did I think this was worth blogging about a year ago? I can’t remember.
Why do I think it’s worth blogging about now?
So I can make a stupid joke at the expense of biopics. That’s about it.