I think it’s a rumor at best. Hasn’t Bale expressed franchise fatigue in Batman press rounds? I’m not sure he’d sign on to do another series.
Speaking of signing on to do another massive saga…Viggo Mortensen is the frontrunner for this Stephen King fanatic and his Dark Tower fan roommate. Viggo or 1960s-era Clint Eastwood.
Still haven’t wrapped my mind around the idea that everyone in America will know a lot more about the Dark Tower and potentially be seeing the first movie in about two years. Stephen King’s magnum opus. Man…
PS: Are there Tumblrers out there who have read The Dark Tower?
Something I’ve been compiling for a long time and finally got it current enough to post. It will continue living over on the right rail of my main page, under What I’ve Written. It’ll be updated often. Kudos to Brett Martin's much cooler and more diverse online portfolio for getting me to do this.
As a kid, when I’d fill notebooks with ridiculous surrealist detective stories, I ran into a really nasty habit that I summarize as “Writing the walk to the next room.” If a character was in a room and the next scene worth mentioning happened five days later, I’d write out those five days.
Eryk is doing some very cool, introspective, confused, brilliant blogging about cobbling together a novel. Check it out.
He also blogs roughly once a week at This Japanese Life. It’s worth setting aside 20 minutes of your week. Mostly, without sounding too suck-uppy, whatever he does is worth setting aside however many minutes you need to set aside.
►This is the song CNN took a liking to ►From the transcript of Showbiz Tonight—Brooke Anderson said: “There isn’t an official Gyllen-Swift breakup ballad yet. But PopEater.com has come up with its own version based on all of those pictures of the couple canoodling on copy day. So I give you right now the soon-to-be-classic, ‘You Left My Heart in a Coffee Cup.’ ” Ed-in-chief put in a request for a copy of the video. Would love to see it. ►My mom rules! None of our team caught this on air or even knew it would be happening. Mum just tied with my dad, who informed me out of the blue last year that my GQ punching bag Glenn Beck mentioned me on air. UM!?
Briefly, some of that art stuff gets in the house. We put the Beatles on the wall or a Neutral Milk Hotel lyric gets written on the door. On the bookshelf we put Salinger and Rilke and anyone else who makes us cry or glow or burn. We don’t realize this time is so short, though, so we never get around to noticing when we’ve run out of space.
Great writing of the things-you-never-knew-you-knew ilk. No idea how Eryk hopes to comprise a cohesive novel out of bits he’s sharing on the internet—as he goes along!—but if anyone can do it, it’s (maybe) him. Phenomenal mind. As evidenced by my Q&A with him.
You’ll think it’s another sarcastic, blackhearted screed before realizing it really does speak to the magic of living here, even if that magic only creeps into your life once a week sometimes, then never for two months, then constantly for three days.
Go out to bars in the Lower East Side because the Internet told you so. Fall in love with a bar called Max Fish and always stay out till four in the morning. Eat a falafel and have someone pay for a cab back to your apartment. Watch the sun start to rise while going over the Williamsburg Bridge and feel like your life is becoming some kind of movie.