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So I have
seen the Netflix/Blur Studio animation of my story “The Very Pulse of the
Machine” in the third season of Love, Death + Robots, and I love
it.
Great praise
is due to Polygon Pictures, the Japanese studio responsible for the beautiful
and occasionally hallucinatory animation, and to the director, Emily Dean,
who put it all together. They’ve been
receiving it, too.
Less often
mentioned is the writer, Philip Gelatt.
I imagine that most people think he had a relatively easy job, since all he had
to do was put what was in my story in script form.
Boy howdy, no! “The
Very Pulse of the Machine” was
written in what’s called “third person close point of view.” Third person, of
course, is when the protagonist is a “they” rather than an “I” (first person) or
a “you” (second person). When the reader is given access to the character’s
inner thoughts, that makes it "close" as opposed to the more distanced “limited
point of view.” In both the animated and print versions of the story, Martha
Kivelson (Kivelsen in the original) is exhausted and occasionally hallucinating.
From time to time she lapses into stream of consciousness.
This would
not work in an animation. The constant jabber would drive the viewer mad. So
the animated version showed MK from the outside. Which created a new set of
problems. Without access to her thoughts, her actions had to be made
self-evident. A good example of this is why she’s dragging the corpse of her
friend, Juliet Burton, behind her. In the print version of “The Very
Pulse of the Machine,” Martha has personal reasons for doing this. In
the animated version, her oxygen is depleted and so she plugs her suit’s
breathing tube into her friend’s suit.
That’s
very neat, quickly done, instantly comprehensible to the viewer—and not at all easy to come
up with.
As I
watched the episode onscreen, I was alert to every change that had been made—everything
that was left out, everything that had been invented. They were all good
decisions. Which required a good writer.
So I thank
you, Philip Gelatt. Great praise be unto you.
And
speaking of Easter eggs . . .
I got an
enormous kick out of the quick glimpse of a poetry anthology titled Poems of Old
Earth. That wasn’t mine, but it was a sly reference to my short
fiction collection Tales of Old Earth. Kudos to whoever it was
who came up with that.
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