Night Windows

I wanted to share this lovely, hilarious bit about The Diving Bell and the Butterfly from A.S. Hamrah, published originally as web content for n+1:

When I saw The Diving Bell and the Butterfly at BAM, in Brooklyn, it was easy to see why it resonated with the local crowd. The subject of this movie is: if only I were paralyzed from head to toe and could only move one eye, then finally I’d be able to finish that book I’ve been meaning to write.

No one would be able to complain or interrupt me in my work. They’d have to indulge my every whim. My wife would have to be nice to my mistress. If those two couldn’t get along, beautiful nurses would tell them to cool it. I wouldn’t even have to bathe myself. If I wanted to go to the beach, someone would push me there in a wheelchair. I wouldn’t even have to eat!

Which is not to say that I didn’t like it. I did like it. For those reasons.

Also, I believe the title of this blog was stolen from the New York Times (a piece about how more people are writing and less people are reading). I’m not motivated to check my reference.