Love is a big deal. Not least for screenwriters. As a breed, we’re pretty much unloveable in all sorts of ways, and I only attribute being loved to terrible misjudgement on the part of others… very much appreciated misjudgement, it has to be said. However, at some stage in the gestation of almost every screenplay, love raises its ugly head – even if it’s only to be scored off the list of possible subplots. So what is a writer to do if he or she finds themselves wondering if their story needs some lovin’ – be it lover, husband, wife, child, best friend, pet, screenwriter’s own reflection, whatever? Where do we go to expand our expertise in this most fertile of literary territory? (And yes, I deliberately put fertile there… I’m a screenwriter, not some colossus of literary fiction, therefore I can’t resist a cheap almost-funny.)
Sure, you can watch a few films, read a few screenplays, or read a lot of books and see how other writers handled it. Or else you can do a bit of academic research. Do what we should always do when we face a problem, any problem, all of our problems… turn to a philosopher. It’s what I do… enchilada or fajita? Can’t decide? I’ll just check in with Jean Paul Satre and he’ll ease me through the problem, probably by advising me that since he reckons I have no other sensible purpose on this earth other than to make choices, maybe I should avoid pissing off the waiter and just choose fajita like I always do. Sorted. See? Or that should be voila!)
Satre, a man with frog-like good looks (no, not because he’s French, do you think I’m an idiot? See above), and his existential partner in love and various sexual misdemeanours Simone de Beauvoir, are probably not the best sources of help when trying to get to grips with your latest romcom, but don’t worry, help is at hand. Alain de Botton is a very smart man. He is also incredibly, incredibly rich, as the offspring of a Swiss financier, but I’m not going to let that get in the way of my admiration of him… the bastard! (To be fair, apparently, he doesn’t touch his inheritance but chooses to live of his own earnings… but that must be a much easier choice to make when you have millions and millions available as a safety net… and you’re a brilliant academic with a double first from Cambridge University. Really, what’s not to hate about this guy?)
So this wealthy, brilliant guy (thank God he’s no looker!) has written an interesting book on love. It’s wittily called On Love, and it’s a novel, although it reads like non-fiction. I don’t think it’s a great novel but it’s an enjoyable, sometimes funny, sometimes touching read, packed with the sort of academic, philosophical scrutiny of infatuation, jealousy, broken hearts and almost every other aspect of love that a lazy screenwriter needs to avoid doing the research himself.
Buy it at your local bookstore, or if you really don’t care enough about the survival of your local bookstore (mea culpa), you can also buy it here http://www.amazon.com/On-Love-Novel-Alain-Botton/dp/0802142400. Or borrow it… or even steal it. FFS, he doesn’t need the money.