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30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
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25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
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I wasn't blogging because I was working. The work was creative and I enjoyed it. Here is the result, though I must mention that it still needs editing and whatnot. If you don't know the book, you might not get it. However, the story told is still good, i think. Enjoy!
DELETED SCENE FROM KISS OF THE SPIDER WOMAN BY MANUEL PUIG
- Go on.
- The streets are dark, except for a couple streetlights that are still working. It’s just enough light to see her sneaking from door to door, hiding where the darkness is absolute. Her eyes glance around, she’s frightened, but her face is still beautiful, remnants from a time when her whole body was beautiful.
- What do you mean by that?
- I mean that before the ghetto, she had been a real queen. Everyone loved her, and she knew how to use her beauty… she would walk like a model, her silky brown hair which went down her back, marvelled everywhere she went. Now, her body is starved and her hair is matted, but nothing can hide the beauty of her face, her divine diamond-like blue eyes give her away.
- I thought you said it was in black and white!
- It is, but you can tell, they’re so clear…
- Hmm… then what happens?
- Suddenly, she reaches the door she was looking for, Josef’s door, but we don’t know that yet. She knocks, very softly, like she’s afraid of breaking it, and the door opens. Through the crack you can see a bunch of people, hiding in the shadows of the candle-light. Blocking off the rest of the room is this guy, good-looking in a subtle way, like he’s fallen on hard times.
- Well, he has.
- Yes, he has. They all have. Anyway, she tells him her name, I’ll never forget it, it’s Dyna, with a ‘y’, really beautiful name, and asks to come in.
- How do you know it’s with a ‘y’?
- From the way she says it… Dy-na… I can’t do it, but it’s clear as a bell. Anyway, the guy looks back, they can tell that she’s a Jew, too, from her eyes, and slowly one nods. Then the guy nods and tells her to come in. Nobody speaks, you could cut through the tension with a knife. They’re all afraid of spies.
- With good reason…
- It’s not her fault! She could be killed if she doesn’t comply, she doesn’t even know these people and …
- That’s no excuse! I mean, she sounds like a fine girl, but she’s betraying her own people.
- She hasn’t done anything yet! Now listen…
- Okay, sorry, go on with the film.
- Thank you. Anyway, those people are the ‘rebellion’ group that the SS guy told her about. Throughout the meeting, she keeps looking at the guy, the one who opened the door, she kind of likes him…
- So, does anything happen between them?
- Not yet… I mean, there’s an attraction, especially on her part. He doesn’t feel it, as far as she can tell, but she really likes him. So she starts lying to the SS officer… I mean, at first, she had no choice and told him some true things about the meetings…
- Probably got some people killed…
- You don’t know that! In fact, the meetings were done in such a way that nobody knew everything that was going on, so there wasn’t much to tell. That’s why the officer doesn’t notice when she starts saying that no information is coming out… She starts spending more time with the guy from the meeting, Josef she finds out his name is, and really falls in love with him. He’s marvellous-looking, full of ideas and bravery. He’s everything she’s not… and she knows it. She loves him for it and hates herself. She begins to feel really guilty for what she’s been doing… I mean, they met under false pretences. She starts doing riskier and riskier things for him… One night, when she knows that he’s out at another meeting, she’s in the SS guy’s office, and she sees soldiers getting ready to raid the ghetto… she runs out of the place, back into the ghetto. There’s this huge square between the headquarters and the ghetto entrance, with spotlights sweeping across, trying to spot possible escapees. She’s thinking how she must be the only person in the world trying to get back into a ghetto… and she begins to dart from wall to wall, hiding in the shadows. There’s no music at this part… all you can hear is her breath and, ever so softly, her heart beating. Her eyes glance around, looking for a chance to run for it. She decides to make a break for it, and everything goes into slow motion… it’s dark, she’s running. Her breath is even louder, desperate yet still divine. It gets very dark, and you think she’s going to make it, when suddenly, in the middle of the blackness, there’s a tiny spot of light, like a train at the end of a tunnel, which grows and grows, until you realise it’s a spotlight. I don’t know what this part looks like, because my eyes were full of tears when I saw it, but she screams, a scream that cuts through the air. A shot is fired, and she stops dead in her tracks, and slowly falls to the ground. Everything stops, we go close up to her beautiful face, her empty eyes, she’s dead. As it all fades to black, we see boots, the Nazi’s boots, rushing by her to raid the ghetto. Slow, soft music fades in as the camera raises to the sky and we see the first glimpses of colour: a glorious sunset.
- …The end?
- The end. Isn’t it awful?
- The only awful part is where she betrays her own people to save her life.
- Can’t you understand that she didn’t have a choice?
- Of course she had a choice! Think of me, I’m in a similar situation. They want information from me, but I haven’t and will not give it. Now, I’m not saying that I’d feel this way if they’d tortured her, but all they did was threaten her. She put herself above the cause, and that’s wrong.
- What cause? The rebellion? It wasn’t her cause. She didn’t even know about it before she got involved… can’t you see how she regretted it? How pained she was? She felt so guilty…
- I don’t think you can take things like that back… who knows, maybe what she told the SS guy was one of the reasons they moved in that night. I’m guessing they killed everybody inside.
- I don’t know… that’s not what it’s about. She was in love with him and, even if he didn’t know it, ended up trying to protect him!
- It’s not all about him, just like it’s not just all about her! We, the individuals, don’t matter when it comes to a valid cause, which I think the Jews in the ghetto had. They were fighting against oppression, just like me. I’d never be able to forgive someone who put themselves first…
- Maybe she’s not as strong as you! Maybe she was scared! She regrets it all… but still knows that had she not agreed in the first place, she would never have met Josef.
- Is that supposed to make it all okay? They’re both dead now.
- I hoped you’d understand… I just… wanted… to tell you… the mo-… the movie. I… never mind… just… forget it…
Geert, I think you may have forgotten that emailed posts don't come out with the accents, quotation marks or apostrophes... sucks eh? Nice gibberish though... shame I don't know the book.
(am now on chapter 3 of wonderful Code Book =D Thanks!)
i didn't actually email that in... i copy pasted from Word. I don't care that it's a bit mumbled, you can figure it out. every bit of gibberish is just an apostraphe. However it's spelled.
I can't beleive you're still up this late. I can't believe I am...
I like your fiction :) what part of it is taken from the novel? (was it the film, or the conversation between the two people...?) and hey, if you were online at 2:02, does that mean you have internet at home now?
