The other day I was intrigued by a news item about the South
African athlete Oscar Pistorius, who is currently on trial for the shooting
death of his girlfriend Reeva Steenkamp. A South African journalist published
the allegation that Pistorius had secretly received, before his trial began, acting
lessons from a close friend. News (and gossip) sites are trying to confirm or
bust the story. According to behaviorists who claim to know these things,
Pistorius's natural personality would make him react with anger and hostility
to stuff going on at the trial, so if he could get himself to appear sad and
distraught instead, the judge might go easier on him. If you've looked in on
any of the news about the trial, you know that Pistorius wept and retched a
fair amount of the time.
I don't know enough about the story to have an opinion, but I'm
keeping my eye on it, because my novel The
Actress is based on exactly such a premise: Unsympathetic defendant gets
secret acting lessons, in hopes of influencing the jury.
I remember when the idea came. I was sitting on the couch
with my beloved partner Marcia, watching a true-crime program about a woman who
had been on trial (in the U.S.) for the murder of her young son. I don't know
whether she did it or not, but she was convicted. Several of the jurors were
interviewed later, and they said things like: "I don't know, I just didn't
like the way she was. She didn't seem sorry that her son was dead. She just
didn't act how you'd expect." None of them said anything about the
evidence; it was all about the affect of the accused.
Marcia and I were appalled. Holy crap, was that all it took
to get convicted? We started to think about the opposite: Is that all it would
take to get off?
Marcia said, "You should write a novel about a murder
defendant who gets acting lessons during the trial."
I was like, "Yeah!"
This was years after O.J. Simpson's acquittal for the murder
of his ex-wife and her boyfriend, which to some people seemed based on either
O.J.'s star power or feelings of payback for the Rodney King case rather than
the facts. (Here again, I don't know whether he did it or not.)
The point is, I started looking into the fickleness of
juries. It's enough to turn your blood into ice tea. One of the theoretical
advantages of jury trials is that it's supposed to be harder to bribe, fool, or
intimidate 12 people instead of one judge. Maybe, maybe not.
I developed a mystery story based on the
secret-acting-lessons idea and wrote the novel. It was good enough to get me
representation and a two-book hardcover deal with a major publisher (St.
Martin's Minotaur / Macmillan). But when my agent tried to get a British
publisher interested in the UK rights, they said things like, "It's a wee
bit too high-concept for us." Which is publisher-speak for outlandish,
implausible. No, thanks, they said.
And here we are with today's headlines. Different?
Outlandish? Implausible? You be the judge.
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Interesting premise! Sounds like a terrific story. High concept??Do they read their own tabloids!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your insights.
Yeah, I was baffled when the Brits came back with that answer... Thanks for looking in, Barret.
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