"Чарльз Буковски. Дневник последних лет жизни (engl)" - читать интересную книгу автора Harry Dane arrived first. He had come in his own car. We brought out
the wine and I began pouring them. By the time Joe Singer arrived, we'd had a few. I made the introductions. Joe laid out the general format for the proposed series for Harry. Harry was smoking, and drinking his wine pretty fast. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "but a sound track? And Hank and I would have to have total control over the material. Then, I don't know. There's censorship..." "Censorship? What censorship?" asked Joe. "Sponsors, you have to please the sponsors. There's a limit on how far you can go with material." "We'll have total freedom," said Joe. "You can't have," said Harry. "Laugh tracs are awful," said Linda. "Yeah," I said. "Then too," said Harry, "I've been in a tv series. It's a drag, it takes hours and hours a day, it's worse that shooting a movie. It's a hard work." Joe didn't answer. We all went on drinking. A couple of hours passed. The same thing seemed to be said over and over again. Harry saying maybe we should go to HBO. And that laugh tracks were awful. And Joe saying that everything would be all right, that there was plenty of freedom on commercial tv, that times had changed. It was really boring, really awful. Harry was really pouring down the wine. Then he got into what was wrong with the world and the main line. Unfortunately, it was so good that I have forgotten it. But Harry went on. All of a sudden Joe singer leaped up. "Well, damn it, you guys have made a lot of lousy movies! Tv has done some good things! Everything we do isn't rotten! You guys keep on turning out crappy movies!" Then he into the bathroom. Harry looked at me and grinned. "Hey, he got mad, didn't he?" "Yeah, Harry." I poured some more wine. We sat and waited. Joe Singer stayed in the bathroom a long time. When he came out, Harry stood there talking to him. I couldn't hear what was being said. I think Harry felt sorry for him. It wasn't long after that, Singer started gathering his stuff into his briefcase. He walked to the door, then looked back at me, "I'll phone you," he said. "O.k., Joe" Then he was gone. Linda, I and Harry kept on drinking. Harry went on with what was wrong with the world, repeating his good line which I can't remember. We didn't talk too much about the proposed tv series. When Harry left we worried about his driving. We said he could stay. He declined. He said he could make it. Luckily, he did. Joe Singer phoned the next evening. "Listen, we don't need that guy. He doesn't want to work. We can get somebody else." |
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