As of this writing, an essay I posted here in February 2011
about character actor Lee Van Cleef has received 255 unique page views, number
one of all the 100-plus articles I’ve placed on Blogger since 2007.
Winner in the keyword search category: “Paulie Walnuts Hair.”
Google this and you will find an article I posted some years back on the final episode of The Sopranos, where I
praised the performance—and noted the hair styling—of Tony Sirico as Paulie
“Walnuts” Gualtieri. This article ranks at number 9 in unique page views (100).
From this, I conclude there are many middle-to-late-aged men (or their wives
and girlfriends) in search of hair products and finding me on the roster.
I doubt most of these restless ones are reading it. They’re
looking for hair-fashion advice and I’m too bald to offer any besides “Wear a good hat.”
After 15 years of online writing, this is what this
frustrated New Yorker writer has to
show for it—that and nearly 7,000 page views on Blogger; plus over 23,000 on
The Red Room, since 2007 (more on that nice space later); and over 2,000 on
my Scrib’d page, since March 2011.
So, call me an old grizzled veteran of online writing—close
your eyes and there’s Gabby Hayes, Arthur Hunnicutt, Walter Brennan, or Edmond
O’Brien in The Wild Bunch. (Envision my gimpy leg, snaggled teeth, and tobacco-stained beard.)
My career, such as it is by cracky, might be blamed on Jon Carroll,
legendary columnist for The San Francisco
Chronicle. Sometime in the late 1990s, I attended a talk he gave in San
Francisco on essay and column writing.
I listened with happy attention throughout. And when he
advised those of us who wanted his gig—or something like it—to start an e-mail
column (pointing to another e-mail columnist who’d landed a job as a TV
reviewer on a major newspaper), my ears fluttered like butterfly wings.
I rushed home and started writing immediately. I created an
e-mail list of 20 people or so and sent out my first e-mail essay: a
still-pretty-funny satire on an allegedly obsessive friendship between John
Travolta and Quentin Tarantino. Among my first responses, one brusquely asked
to be removed from the list. To this day, these rejections sting like a bee to
the gut: I feel as though I’ve walked uninvited into someone’s living room and
started belting out “Long Tall Sally.” My e-mail list eventually grew to 150
during this time, but now I keep the list small and discrete.
I needed a title for my new column. Impatiently, I grabbed
“IMHO” (“In My Humble Opinion”). I never liked it and kept shaking my brain out
for a better one. I wrote about 70 columns, at the rate of one a week, usually
sent out on Sunday--the kind of smorgasbord you find here, except broader in
scope. I simply wanted to write essays and articles like Jon Carroll, S.J.
Perelman, and the sophisticated circus wagon of New Yorker writers—some funny, some serious; reviews of books,
movies, and thoughts and things that happened to me, like how I got a driver’s
license for the first time in 20 years.
Among the best were a still-hilarious take on pork barrel
spending, which I rewrote a couple years back and posted here. My favorite—I
think the most well received—was an insane riff on the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal
. . . but like a lot of satire, the humor is now dated, obscure, and local,
like Gerald Ford jokes on Saturday Night
Live reruns. That one will likely stay buried, laughter heard only in the
memory.
Sometime in 1998, I joined Posthoc, the online magazine published by Susan MacTavish Best, and
became a real editor and film critic. “IMHO” went in the back of the closet.
For a year-and-half I immersed myself in my non-paying position as though it
were paid. At last, I might gain entrance into the hallowed halls of great film
critics, take a seat in the dark next to Pauline Kael and Ebert and Siskel.
At Posthoc, I
wrote over 100 reviews and articles. I supervised a team of critics and hustled
my way into dozens of studio-sponsored pre-screenings at the Variety Club and
other venues. I sat next to critics like Wesley Morris, Michael Sragow, and Curious Man reader Richard Von Busack. (Only some of what my team and I wrote, however, remains available online.) I truly
enjoyed my work and think I did a good job, especially for a beginner.
But toward the end, I found the job of film criticism
tedious, especially when sitting through such gutter-thumpers as The Wild Wild West and Battleship Earth. I felt my long love affair
with the movies dimming. The movies and I were both changing, and I concluded
that maybe I wasn’t that good a critic.
Posthoc closed in
1999. I hustled for newspaper jobs for a time, but the door I hoped would open remained
closed. I fought the idea of returning to e-mail columns—it felt like a step
backward and down.
But eventually, I had to face a kind of reality. Silence was
not an option.
(To be continued . . . .)
Copyright 2011 by Thomas Burchfield
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