Letters to Mycroft

By

Roland Michel Tremblay

 

rm@crownedanarchist.com

www.crownedanarchist.com

 

 

 

Life is very simple. You discover some blogs on the Internet. You find out that your favorite actor is blogging. You decide to send him blogs that he will probably never read. And then you decide to start blogging yourself. So here it is, RM's Blogs, Letters to Mycroft (not his real name, of course, but I think you can easily guess). Though all my blogs have been sent to him, there's no guarantee he has ever read them or ever will.

 

 


De : Roland Michel Tremblay [mailto:rm@crownedanarchist.com]
Envoyé : 23 juin, 2004 01:54
À : Mycroft
Objet : working on a film script together

 

Dear Mycroft,

 

Sorry, I tried to send this encrypted, and even though I am quite knowledgeable with computers, the GNUPG website is just like an incomprehensible nightmare. The install file does not have an extension and cannot be run, I guess you are working on a Mac instead of a PC, and that application is a Mac thing.

 

I know you will read this, but how do I know you won’t put it in a folder and never answer it (like I usually do because I too receive a lot of emails)?

 

Why am I contacting you tonight? Because you’re one of my favorite actors? Because I care for you? Yes, this is true, but there’s more.

 

I stumbled upon a website of actors who have their own websites. I went to see two websites only, yours included.

 

There was nothing interesting on the first website but, gosh, I wasn’t prepared for your website!

 

I’ve met my double, who would have thought? For the last 3 days I have been reading your website. I was born in 1972, just like you, and I love The Cure and Depeche Mode, just like you (but I don’t like Led Zeppelin, God knows where you picked that one from, as it is not your generation).

 

I am also a struggling writer, but only because I write in French. We write very similar things, our life. I have 5 books already published in France, and a sixth one this autumn. Like you I’m getting popular, even though, as you may suspect, the French market does not bring you money. But I enjoy my life as a writer that is becoming successful and recognized in the French countries (I am French-Canadian from Quebec, by the way).

 

I am also like you because I have a link to Hollywood, I write film scripts. This is new from this year and already I got a lot of success and I am in contact with X Films and X, I wrote four film scripts for them recently and they were amazed, hopefully soon I will get a reputation and work in this full time.

 

At the moment I am where you have been for many years. Trying to prove to my parents that I have the potential to get somewhere in Hollywood and absolutely no money whatsoever (which I hope will change soon as the film scripts get sold). I recently cut all the links with my family because they refused to help me, but reading your website made me change my mind and I have reopened communication with them. I realized that I was self centered and that others are struggling like me to get somewhere. I felt a bit ashamed with myself for my winging in my books, suddenly I felt I had no right to complain, that it was the same for you and for many other actors who have difficulty to find any role once they left or the series came to an end.

 

Valmont is one of my favorite films, along with Dangerous Liaisons. I have read the book many times, even wrote my Masters Degree thesis on it. The guy from ET was in it instead of you. What do I think about that? Well, as you are familiar with different timelines, I believe there must be some parallel universe out there where you were in this film and that I adored you in it. But I like things the way they are, we cannot tell how everything would have turned out in those parallel universes. I would have not known you as well for being in Valmont that I know you know because you stayed a bit longer in the series. I was sad when you left, but you stayed long enough and you were brought back in my best ever episodes. What I liked most was that you were just a kid piloting the flagship of the fleet. The captain trusted you so much that, even in the most critical situations, you were there at the helm. A kid with a very high IQ, it makes you dream.

 

You became for me what I could have been, what perhaps I should have been but never did, because of a lack of recognition. But who needs it anyway to get somewhere, if you have the determination and believe in your dreams. You just work hard and you eventually get there.

 

I saw you in three other films. You were great in all three films. The first one of course, is a classic film like the Godfather. The second was enjoyable and you were good in it (you saved the film really), even though I feel it must have suffered from a lack of budget and someone in charge of photography, and a good writer. And the third one, probably one of your best roles. You were a cute kid, and even though I am gay, I recognized you not as a cute kid, but as a wonderful actor and role model for someone my age.

 

You were lucky or you were very talented to have such a line up on the imdb. I am 31 years old, just like you, but I don’t feel like living in the past, I can only look up to the future, as if my success and big break was to come. I see no reason why you should not think the same way. 31 is very young, most people our age are only starting up in life, they are looking at the future and think: I’m going to make it, it’s finally going to happen. And your busy past just gives you a good start, you are already one step ahead of everyone. Even though, just like us, you still have to prove that you are worth something, that you are excellent. Which is a bit ridiculous, I know, because you have proven that, not once, but 10 times before.

 

This said, you don’t look like you used to. Don’t get me wrong, you look great, but you’re not that little kid anymore that was perfect for these films where they needed someone that young capable of actually acting like a great actor. I have many script ideas on my website, and many other projects I worked on (including one still in development with many known actors like Al Pacino, Johnny Depp, Madonna, Angelica Huston, and yes even Ashley Judd). But I can’t see how you would fit in any of these movies or projects. It made me ask why.

 

You look like my cousin, someone who is down to earth, like any neighbor. A baby face, just like mine and my cousin, even although we are only 31. I wanted to picture what role I would see you in. I thought that perhaps you had an idea for a script, that I could write it and we would take it from there. I’m well connected at the moment, I am not certain how long it will last, even though I feel they recognize my potential and I might go far. They are always thinking about these known actors when I always keep coming back to the ones I know are great. If I do make it in that business, I will certainly always think of you. Oh yes, you were memorable in that episode of another series, I forgot.

 

If you look like a normal person, perhaps something fantastic should happen to you, like in a Ray Bradbury story or a Twilight Zone episode. Or perhaps you have some ideas of what you feel you would like to be in a film. You were associated with these films where you were just a kid dealing with adult problems. Funny, your life story at the moment appears interesting enough, step kids, father suing you… not sure if that could do a great script. But it needs to be human, with something fantastic attached to it? Emotional distress, wanting something you cannot have… I’m thinking.

 

Please help me and let’s see if we can work together, because I feel you could be a great inspiration. Sad you can’t read French, you would see how similar we are, especially in what we write. I have some stuff in English you can read, quite a big website in fact, though it’s nothing like the French one. We are similar because we speak our mind. That’s not all. We don’t care about the repercussions on our professional life. And the world needs people like that, not afraid of the consequences of speaking their mind. Go for it, I always did, and I never regretted it.

 

I hate Bush, even though I did not read much about it and I don’t talk that much about it (I have a script idea called Kill that President, and if I ever write it, it’s going to be an anti-Bush stand). I don’t feel concerned because I am not American. I kind of feel he is my President too, in charge of the world. Everything I read about what you said against him, I agree with. You’re very wise, intelligent, you have the skills of an editorialist of a respectable newspaper. You could be a journalist if you wanted to, me too, but I guess it would be wasting our talents. We can still talk about it indirectly in our art. Perhaps that should inspire us in our writings. Maybe you should look at that idea Kill that President, there is already a production company interested in it. At the moment it is described as a play and the hero is a woman, but we could change it to a film and write it for you:

 

Library from the Future or Kill that President
Film or Play (one man show)

 

A woman has been asked to investigate a strange phenomenon, books from the future are being shipped into the past for an unknown reason. While trying to figure the how and why, she will find a book stating that the next President of the United States will become a kind of Hitler and she will presume that she needs to prevent his ascension. Little she knows as doing so and succeeding she helps destroying the world.

 

Well, I spoke more than I thought I would. There was only one point to this e-mail, to get you to visit my website, to charm you and get you to contact me afterwards. I wish to work with you on something interesting, a film script that would be to your liking, something that is close to your heart. And somehow I feel it will be close to mine. We should not wait after others, we should work towards a goal and make it happen ourselves.

 

I like you and I hope we can start a conversation.

 

Regards,

 

Roland Michel Tremblay

 

44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middx, London, TW7 4JF, United Kingdom

Tel: +44 20 8847 5586  Mobile: +44 794 127 1010

 

 

http://www.crownedanarchist.com

rm@crownedanarchist.com

 

 


De : Roland Michel Tremblay [mailto:rm@crownedanarchist.com]
Envoyé : 27 juin, 2004 06:34
À : Mycroft
Objet : Nethack is nothing compared with Dungeon Master Java (also free)

 

Hi Mycroft,

 

I’m not expecting an answer from you, and that’s cool.

 

So I’ve decided to keep writing in the hope that one day you will contact me or that I will contact you via your agent for a role (I suspect you might then contact me) (and that’s cool).

 

Reading more about your website got me interested in talking about a lot of things we share. You got me on Nethack, I’ve decided to stop before the addiction kicked in. I too have deadlines for my book A French-Canadian in New York due to be published in September, which is the follow up to A French-Canadian in Paris that is enjoying great success in France, Belgium and Switzerland at the moment (they are in French). And I also have this film script to finish, the gangster thing that I’ve been told was the follow up to The Godfather (no pressure!). I can’t tell you more, but this is the thing with the actors I mentioned in my previous e-mail.

 

As for Dungeon and Dragons, I have to say that I am not that fascinated by this universe as much as my cousins in Québec (I live in London UK now). But there was that one game that really got me when I was young and I lost many years of my life playing Dungeon Master on my Atari ST computer. Luckily today there is the perfect version downloadable for free on the Internet using Java. A bit complicated to install, but really worth playing:

 

http://www2.cs.pitt.edu/~alandale/dmjava/

http://dmjava.free.fr/

 

Contact me if you have any trouble installing it. You need to install Java first (there will be links on the websites).

 

I read the story about the Canadian shipped to Syria, and even though that story did not affect me (because I know the American government can be as corrupt as the ones from other countries), I have to say that I was in shock to read about that guy saying that all Quebecois should be shipped to Syria. Something weird in my head happened when I read that, my monitor went weird. Suddenly I was out of the room and could only see that sentence. I felt like I was back in Ottawa where I studied and read every morning in The Citizen those English Canadians saying similar things about French Canadians. They hate us for no other reason that we speak French and not English.

 

I also read that you have done some work for another TV channel. Funny because I wrote three treatments for them for television series, and in July we will find out more about if they want to buy them or not. Please keep that for yourself (I don’t want to get into trouble) but one series that is very promising, and they said it was the best thing they read, is called Girls Spies: 8 women super-agents (sexy) coordinated by one nerd/geek that really should be you. I certainly will mention it to them when the time comes (although we’re not sure if it will be animation or real actors). The other TV series ideas are on my website (I’m not sure if X read them yet as X said they may wait July to show those two ideas to Mr. X):

 

The Virtual Universe and First Planet.

 

I think you would be particularly interested in the Virtual Universe, which is about the Game World (a holodeck really), or the race to create the perfect virtual game world. I would see you as the Programmer (or God) of the virtual universe.

 

OOPS! I just read “Why I Quit the Network”. I guess you won’t be interested in any of my projects. I can’t find the year you quit the TV channel, I thought the series you were on was on recently (or is it all dead as well?). Never mind, though now I’m a bit worried about getting involved with these people. I wouldn’t want to be writing a whole series for some bastards, perhaps I won’t deal with the same people? We’ll see.

 

I can’t tell you how refreshing it is to have someone speaking his mind like you. It cost you a lot, but it certainly opens the eyes of everyone around. The TV business in the UK is filled with bastards like that, the Bullies at the BBC are well known. They feel they can get away with anything because they think they gave you the opportunity of your life just because you work in TV and people would kill to work in TV. Well, I don’t feel like that and I would never suffer any bullshit either.

 

You would never imagine how many times I have been threatened with a law suit for barely mentioning anything on my websites. I have learnt my lesson well, there is nothing now on my websites that has not been written by me, I always ask permissions if it is not the case, and I never mention anyone or any company. I’m glad you do, and I’m pleased you can get away with it. I wish I could too, but this world has gone mad. I wrote a simple article about a musician from Québec that I met. I wrote exactly what he told me, and I was getting sued for slander! I wrote a tone down version of the article (I cut 2/3 of it) and I never heard from their lawyers again. Even though it was the truth, they were ready to fight me.

 

I even put some links to a book on my website with a small excerpt from the book, and they too wanted to sue me despite the fact that there was a direct link to Amazon for that book, encouraging people to buy it. They wanted £100 a year from me to keep the excerpt online on my website. I told them to fuck off. And now, I have some other large excerpts from books by Michio Kaku and Lawrence M. Krauss in my Sci-Fi Reports (about the science bits), and I’m living in fear that I will get a call from their lawyers pretty soon. But I’m waiting before taking it out, because their excerpts are essential to the reports.

 

As for why some people hate you, before reaching your website, I never knew anything about it. I was shocked, I called myself a fan and saw the series at least 100 times, and yet, I never knew some people could have disliked your character in the series. It does not make any sense to me, because you were so great in everything you did (and I saw the photos of one of your films, which are just incredible!). You’re such a lovely character, it never occurred to me that someone could hate you. People can be so cruel, I suffered myself when I was young. Of course, it was never that public. Which is just to show, really, that everyone on this planet knows you! It must mean something, you know. In French, there are no websites talking and criticising like in English. After 5 books published, it is still very hard to find anyone willing to talk about me on the Net other than just the general descriptions of the books that are generally on the cover anyway. At least everyone knows you, it’s great!

 

I have to admit though, reading everything you linked to from your blogs, I would have committed suicide by now if I had read 10% of that crap about me. I could have never lived with so much cruelty and negative feedback about my work. It’s true though that I am suffering from a permanent existential crisis (even though I have no reason for this and I can’t explain it). The fact that you are still alive, that you confront all this, and do so now in such a public way with your website and your books, and that you can wake up in the morning happy with your family despite all that, is a testament to how strong you are and that no one or nothing will ever bring you down. You will resurface as a great actor in the future with great talent, I know, because you will never stop going forward.

 

That’s it for my personal Blog to Mycroft for tonight. Sleep well.

 

(Let’s have a Black Celebration, tonight…)

 

Regards,

 

Roland Michel Tremblay

 

44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middx, London, TW7 4JF, United Kingdom

Tel: +44 20 8847 5586  Mobile: +44 794 127 1010

 

http://www.crownedanarchist.com

rm@crownedanarchist.com

 


De : Roland Michel Tremblay [mailto:rm@crownedanarchist.com]
Envoyé : 28 juin, 2004 03:37
À : Mycroft
Objet : Blog 3 - Roland Michel Tremblay

 

Hi Mycroft,

 

Here is my Blog number 3, personal Blog to Mycroft.

 

I went to bed at 7 am in the morning last night, reading your damn blogs and sending you Blog number 2.

 

I have decided to start my own blog, and it will be called Letters to Mycroft. I don’t care if you don’t agree, sue me. Since you have not threatened anyone talking shit about you, I doubt you will sue me. I have decided to be frank in there, like you. I don’t give a fuck if it costs me some jobs, just like you. I guess you have inspired me… great! No one inspires me anymore…

 

When I went to bed last morning, I felt like committing suicide. And then, I wondered why.

 

Is it because I don’t have any more money and my bills won’t pass starting Monday? Is it because I can’t see how the film scripts I worked on will suddenly be sold and bring me money instantly? Or is it more likely because my boyfriend was going to be in a crisis state once I woke up at around 3 pm?

 

I’m not sure how your wife succeeded in tolerating you while you were, according to her, tossing around all day. While you pretended searching for some work, when she could only think you were wasting your time and be a dreamer. I wonder why my boyfriend has not just kicked me out of his flat yet, leaving me alone and naked on the streets of London. Many times he had to pay my bills, but now he is at his limits. He can’t help me anymore and he is getting angrier by the day.

 

My only solution to survive July, it is to move to Geneva and work in a friend lawyer’s office. I think it would be perfect. The time to get some money for all the work I have done on those film scripts, and anyway, it will be quite an adventure. Surely it will inspire me a few lines. I’m not sure yet if it’s going to happen, my friend in Geneva is not forthcoming, even though she proposed the idea to me in the first place. I just don’t know where I am now.

 

Wouldn’t it be stupid to commit suicide when two months later I could have succeeded? Suddenly the 7 projects I worked on, all sold, and getting a massive pay check from basically God, and be doing what I love: write, write, write? As we don’t know what the future has on hold for us, it’s not easy. Sometimes I feel the only way out is to kill myself. At that point, I don’t even give a damn if I was going to succeed. It doesn’t matter anymore. It would solve all my problems. And the saddest thing is that I would kill myself because of a question of money.

 

I read in the newspapers in London that a father of two did exactly the same thing I did. He got himself 10 credit cards that are so easily available in the UK, and finally had a debt of 75,000 pounds sterling. Exactly like me (though I have more debts than that, because of my studies). He killed himself! Because he could not see any way out. He could not pay his damn bills, could not pay back the interests each month… I am at that point. He opened my eyes. I would kill myself for money. Great capitalist society we have. The American Dream and all. They forgot to tell us that if we wish to pursue our dreams, to make it big in Hollywood, and if we don’t make it, there will only be one way out: suicide.

 

I wish I’d learn about that beforehand. I would have never refused that conference job that offered me £30,000 a year plus bonus. Over that I declared war over my family, they refused to help me financially until I could survive on my own writing for Hollywood. I lost great friends that I have known for 20 years over this, because when you start to ask for money, they just walk away.

 

I just stopped listening to Louder than Bombs of The Smiths, I think it was going to expedite my way out of this world. I put on some CD of the Moody Blues instead, In Search of the Lost Chord. My father used to listen to that in 1978, when I was 6 years old. Every Saturday morning. Like a disease, it was communicated to me. One day I woke up in London, I went to their record company in the South of London (they have a shop), and I bought every single Moody Blues CDs they had. It cost me a fortune, by I think it was a good investment.

 

Sometimes it reminds me why I am living in London. I think it is the center of the Universe. Anything the United States ever produced is crap. But everything England ever produced that lasted, is just a classic. And that’s fucking true. Apart from your series, the US has never produced anything that was worth living for. England gave us just about everything worth living for: Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order, The Smiths, Oasis, the Beatles, the Moody Blues, The Prisoner, Doctor Who, The Avengers, and so on.

 

I live in Richmond, where most great creators live. The Rolling Stones, The Who, Pink Floyd, and just about every single great actor England ever offered to the world. That’s one motivation, sometimes in the morning when I wake up. I feel I live right at the center of everything, where I belong, probably like you feel living in Los Angeles with all those actors. But it’s not the same. There’s nothing cool about L.A., I would not feel privileged living there. In Richmond-upon-Thames I feel it, history, you know? Event though I’m not part of it.

 

Oh dear, I’m listening to The Best Way to Travel of the Moody Blues. Another song that is actually on my website because it is the perfect song explaining my weird theories of the universe. I live in fear that the Moody Blues eventually will find out and send me some sort of bullshit letter telling me to take it out. Who cares anyway? I don’t give a shit anymore.

 

I’m drinking Armagnac tonight, because I can’t afford any more alcohol, and I still have those old weird bottles that were given to me while I worked for an alcohol company in Brentford. Must have been 7 years ago. I’m pleased to report that alcohol is still good after all this time. I’m sure you don’t care much about that. But who cares anyway.

 

My dear Mycroft, you are now just a mean to something. A mean to my own blog. Why do I care about you? Good question. I don’t know. Like you said, I must be identifying myself to what you suffered over the years. Even though you’re finally escaping all this with the success of your books, while I’m still stuck right here. It’s nice to think that if it has happen to you, it might happen to me. And it could, believe it or not. God knows what the French market can bring, I could become some sort of a legend. Even though so far I know it cannot bring any money.

 

Funny that I feel I have the potential to make it, whatever it is that I wish to make it in. I know I will succeed. That has always been my main motivation. But what if I can’t make it, if I don’t succeed? This is where the problem begins. If I can’t write for a living, life is not worth living. But when do I decide that I won’t make it? That I won’t succeed? That’s the hardest part.

 

In the meantime I just continue to make all these sacrifices that are alienating my family and my friends. I don’t think you have an answer to that, you too are struggling with the same questions. Thankfully you have a wife that you love and step kids that depend on you… it is easier for you. I don’t have that. I only have a winging boyfriend that complains all the time that I’m not getting anywhere fast in this business. And therefore it did not warrant that many sacrifices. I’ve decided recently that I either succeed in Hollywood or I would kill myself. Not much choice anymore. I may be closer to death every day…

 

(And the Tide Rushes in… Moody Blues, Question of Balance, favourite song of my dad.)

 

Regards,

 

Roland Michel Tremblay

 

44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middx, London, TW7 4JF, United Kingdom

Tel: +44 20 8847 5586  Mobile: +44 794 127 1010

 

 

http://www.crownedanarchist.com

rm@crownedanarchist.com

 

 


De : Roland Michel Tremblay [mailto:rm@themarginal.com]
Envoyé : 30 août, 2004 02:25
À : Mycroft
Cc : 'rm@themarginal.com'
Objet : Blog 4 - Personal Blog to Mycroft  - Roland Michel Tremblay

 

Hi Mycroft,

 

Here is my Blog number 4, personal Blog to Mycroft .

 

It has been a while since I sent you a blog. I guess not having any answer from you sort of de-motivated me, but the thought that you may actually be reading it some day is a motivation. I am less depressed than last time I wrote to you, which is good news. Though I don’t really have any reason to be less depressed. I still haven’t found a job (any kind of job, even waiter) and my boyfriend continues to pay for me though it is the source of many crises that are becoming more and more unbearable. I even thought of moving back to Québec. If I don’t find a job soon, I can kiss my 10 years relationship goodbye.

 

I even had an interview at the BBC, to work on one of their websites for professional writers linked to the BBC. I applied to over 30 positions at the BBC and could only get that one interview. I screwed up completely, they have this extraordinary way to put you on the spot and ask questions impossible to answer. Like, what did you do to prepare for this interview, what are the websites you visit at the moment… and there and then, I could only think of mentioning your website. The guy who was frying me was quite impressed though, and told me he actually enjoys your website. Perhaps this was the only highlight of my interview with the BBC, but in the end I did not get the job. Which is a bit sad because I’m pretty certain I could have done something great for them, I’m usually excellent at any job I do.

 

Today I watched you on TV in one episode, where you got mom stuck into a warp  bubble. I guess England must like the series a lot, it is on TV every day, something like twice, and on the weekend it goes crazy with at least 6 to 8 episodes. You’re on TV pretty much all the time here in London, it would be impossible to forget you (Sky plays reruns of the first seasons on a regular basis). You had a nice tan in one of the episodes, I wonder where you got it from (I suppose you can’t remember). I always thought the traveller looked at you in a weird manner, I guess it could be interpreted as a paternal or a mentor’s look. I was wondering if the director asked him to look at you like that.

 

I did not hear anything from X Films, none of the film scripts I wrote for them or the treatments appear to be sold. These things might take time, but as my contact is ignoring me now and does not answer my e-mails, I take it she is too embarrassed to give me bad news or she has finished squeezing the juice out of me and she is now sucking the blood of another screenwriter hoping to make it in Hollywood. I had other offers to develop other of my screenplay ideas, but could not find the motivation to write them as no money or possibilities of production seem clear on the horizon. So I have put all that on hold for now, concentrating instead on my books and finding a job.

 

A French-Canadian in New York will be published in September or October and I feel that second book of my trilogy is a bit like your last book. And the first one, A French-Canadian in Paris was like your first one. I compare myself a lot to you, because I too suddenly had a breakthrough with my literature with the publication of these books. My first four books published some years ago did not sell very well, so there is not much I can celebrate there. It is only cool to be able to say I have my sixth book getting published this month, it has a nice ring to it, even though the French market is guaranteed to not give me enough money to survive just from writing.

 

I had to create myself a new website which does not have the word Anarchist anywhere on it because I could not mention my website to any employers from fears of frightening them. It is called The Marginal (http://www.themarginal.com), and it contains all my screenplays, reports and articles, but nothing personal. I’m sure my Crowned Anarchist Literature title prevented many producers and directors from reading my screenplays in the first place, even though I am not an anarchist and will never be one. Stupid idea to pick up that title from a French book that I liked. Almost mortgaged my future. Unfortunately I built my new website after my interview with the BBC, so they might have thought I was going to bring chaos into their little universe. I have to say, I loved going to their offices that are pretty close to where I live, it is very impressive and I would love to work there. Everyone looks very peaceful, like if it was a requirement to work there. I guess I just did not fit the profile as I am a bit enthusiastic, even though I was more like a zombie at the interview.

 

I made a huge mistake the other day that I’m pretty certain made me feel like when you were being destroyed by these fans that did not like your character. I posted one simple message on the website Wordplay featuring the blogs of well known screenplay writers Terry Rossio and Ted. Somehow I managed to turn everyone against me and they all visited my website to tell me afterwards that I was wasting my time and that I was lying somehow. It was terrible, they were very destructive, they certainly have a lot of imagination, the bastards, to misread everything I wrote. And I was so stupid, I did not know these people were known or that this duo actually wrote films like Pirates of the Caribbean and they are linked to the film company I was writing for. Perhaps this is why I never heard of X again, as they are linked to X. I was talking about that article called Throwing in the Towel or not, and I felt bad about that article because that night I decided to stop writing altogether, even though I have written 20 books and 6 of them are published (and that I am enjoying some success). Here is the article, worth reading really, because it is pretty convincing: http://www.wordplayer.com/columns/wp34.Throw.in.the.Towel.html. So I felt like you when you did say things on your blog that had an impact in what you are working on or try to work on. And after that I’m surprised as to why I don’t want to have a blog in English. At least in French when I criticise the whole planet and the people I worked with, it takes years to be published. So they have disappeared from my life by the time it is published. Also, they don’t speak French, so I am free to say whatever I want. I will have to do some editing if it is published in English one day, because I am not very nice, I have to say (though I am very funny). Nothing can stop me.

 

My poetry in English that was on my website freaked out an agency recently. The woman told me bluntly that she thought of cancelling my interview after reading my poetry on my website (in English) called The Anarchist. She thought I was a miserable person about to commit suicide, which is pretty much the opposite (unless I am very drunk and depressed, and most of my Anarchist series was written while I was in that state). That’s why I decided to open that new website The Marginal. I can’t even let people read my poetry! I remember that at the time, I almost lost a job in conferences because they found out that I had a website talking about anarchy. They found it because some of my conference titles were on it (oh my, our great and serious company linked to an anarchist website!). They gave me 2 hours to close my website or they were sacking me and suing me. I told them I was going to take out any links to the company, but that I was not going to close down my website for them…

 

Tomorrow I’m going to Scotland to deliver our Jeep that we just sold to a nice man there. I will visit Edinburgh and Dundee along the way and sleep at a B&B that should cost me less than £30. It was about time I got out of the flat, no holiday in months and I don’t even get out of my computer screen anymore. Selling the Jeep should help me survive another month though there will be a crisis when my boyfriend realises that he needs to give me another £1000 for September. Many times I have to go to Richmond Park to get away from him or else god knows what could happen.

 

We’ve been together for 10 years now and he has a serious drug addiction. Somehow he can live normally in society (apart from that time where I found him dead from an overdose on the bathroom floor), but he can sometimes be out of control and crazy. I wish sometimes I could leave him, but I love him and immigration is not an easy thing. Leaving him would mean I have to leave Great Britain. Going back to Canada right now would be so depressing that I don’t even want to entertain the idea (it is the only place where I can legally live and work, unfortunately, otherwise I would be in L.A. right now). My sex life is inexistent right now due to his drugs, it is perhaps the most difficult thing of all. Think seriously, would you stay with your wife if there was no more sex? You really have to love her, I tell you. And I do love him.

 

I survived the last few months from the kindness of a woman living in Switzerland who truly appreciated my books and decided that art was worth something. She gave me a lot of money to pay some months while I am looking for work like a mad man. She has stopped writing to me now, I think she might be afraid I might ask for more money.

 

All these sacrifices for the joy of writing, something that everyone denounced saying that I am a lazy bastard who just wants to toss around. Having written 20 books and a dozen screenplays does not count, I’m a cow because it does not bring any money. Perhaps one day I will prove them wrong (hopefully). Not everyone has Madonna’s story of arriving in New York with 40 dollars and leaving with a few millions.

 

When I was cute enough and had many sugar daddies buzzing around, I never ever gave it up and chose the easy way. Today I think I should have slept with them all, today I would be celebrating something other than the publication of a book that will sell only 3,000 copies in the next few months before being declared dead and not being reprinted.

 

Oh well, I don’t regret anything I have ever done or not done, that’s a plus. We must be following some sort of destiny designed to teach us certain things, even though they are not quite clear, though they sometimes become clear when we write about it.

 

I have many fans you know, they write to me and it is quite nice. Of course, it is nothing like your fan base… but it is quite an achievement for someone like me who is not known and was not part of all these movies and television series. Some very important people in the French countries have heard of me, appreciate me, and say they will write articles, though it takes time. I can appreciate all that, though I have to say that I’m not that impressed. I feel I had the potential to go much further, still I have to be happy with these small achievements. If I did not believe in myself, I would never have written so many books, I would have abandon years ago without giving it a second thought.

 

I have to say that I am very pretentious though I don’t want to. I can be like you and be happy even for one single great comment received from someone lost somewhere on the planet, yet I wish I could reach globally millions of people. In French it is just not possible, or is it? Many articles have been written in France about me, but almost none in Canada where I’m from. It kills me that they can ignore me like that. That’s why I want more than just having worked on that series Black Hole High on NBC on Saturday morning. I want to write another Being John Malkovitch and finally show Québec people that I was something they ignored for way too long.

 

At least in the gay world I am pretty well known everywhere, in France, Québec, Belgium, Switzerland and even Africa. Actually, I sometimes feel I am more known in Africa than Canada. It is true that my Anarchist appears to be working well in these countries where dictatorships are still in place. I feel great to be able to write something that can reach out to people feeling trapped in their own countries, where being gay means you will be put to death. Somehow my words give some people some hope. Funny how my little daily problems can lead me to write things that can mean something completely different for other people living something different. Even in America, where my novel Denfert-Rochereau had some impact in Oklahoma because it somehow talks about red neck people, even though it never crossed my mind at the time. The book is after all talking about secret societies and how societies are working on the same principles. Go figure. Of course, I am only talking about French students at the University of Tulsa, where I spoke at a conference two years ago. They wanted to translate the book and get it published there. Their fight is far from being over in Oklahoma, women rights are not that evident from what I can understand.

 

Yes, I am pretentious, I believe I will one day crack it and become famous worldwide. I don’t know why I think so as it certainly appears impossible. Do you feel like that sometimes? Be honest. It is a bit different for you as you did reach the top of the world and, somehow, you are still at the top because you are so well known from everyone everywhere (probably even in China…). I can see that your problem is different than mine, as you actually need to maintain yourself there and it is a constant battle. I am a bit discouraged the more I read your blog, because you are getting there again, and this time it will be there to stay. Your books have given you another life and this won’t go away, it is not like being on TV and suddenly no longer being there, which means that if you are no longer in the medias, there is something wrong. Being a writer is different. Being known and recognised now, means that it is for life. And the more success you have, the more I see that I am not going anywhere very fast. Unless my next book suddenly cracks it in the mainstream and I too climb the charts on Amazon France. Sometimes I feel that I would need to kill a whole family including their pets for this to happen. And what kills me is that I have that potential, my books are great, I just can’t get the big newspapers to talk about them. At the same time, every single cheap author from Québec gets reviews in La Presse and Le Devoir, the big newspapers of Québec. Their books are crap, even though the journalists (who obviously are friend with the authors) describe them as a nice new and expensive bottle of wine. I feel the injustice, the unfairness of it all. I will have published 15 books in France before people in Québec even hear my name! Think about that when you experience your actual success.

 

I am not that bothered really because I know it is coming, even though it might take me another few years. Something somewhere at some point will happen, I’m sure, because I’m not the giving up type (even if for one moment on Terry Rossio’s website, this is what those bastards thought, including Rossio himself who told me to give it all up… I will prove him wrong, that’s all I can say).

 

The more I watch you on TV, the more I feel I have misjudged you. I believe you truly have talent and you were great on the series. It proves that you could be great in any film because you can act in a way that looks very professional. I’m sure you know what I mean, just look at a cheap film with average actors, and you immediately understand that you are something else, you belong to the big league.

 

It is quite extraordinary that I could be writing to you, even though I am not certain if you are reading this… it has created a bond between you and I in any case. I am so excited now when you are on TV, when I just happen to turn on the TV on a Saturday afternoon. I feel somehow that it is me that is out there, being judged and who has to act. Because I feel close to you, I feel for you, I want you to succeed (almost more than I wish to succeed), so I see myself through you. And you never disappoint me, you are always excellent. It kills me too. Because then it becomes incomprehensible that such talent cannot be recognised and you are not right now in the big movies out there. All right, it is coming back, soon you will be out there, still, how could you have struggled like that for so many years? Well, to be honest I am not that surprised. For everything you get, for every book you publish, for every job you get, a miracle is required. Thousands of people are trying their luck, dozens have some clear advantage, but somehow once in while it happens, you finally get the job.

 

Talking to you right now, reaching out, almost make me feel stupid for applying for these stupid jobs in London as an administrator in some useless company, who might need someone with another European language: French. I taste defeat, when I am so close to success. I have to believe that destiny has something in store for me, that it will happen, even if it takes time. And only at the end, when we are about to die, we can look back and assess the whole path followed and decide if it was a sad story or a great one. Even if many years in between have been hell, as long as great years after that were worth it, were the best ones of all. You know.

 

Perhaps I identify too much with you, when in fact we may have nothing in common. Other than your life story for which I got too close. I know the story, I have total strangers who read A French-Canadian in Paris, contacting me to tell me that they feel so close to me, they feel like they are my best mates, when in fact I know nothing of them. I guess after reading 300 pages of my life story, they somehow lived with me through a part of my life that happened some 10 years ago. In reality they know nothing of me, and I know nothing of them. I don’t like this idea. I want to be with you, I want to feel with you, I want to be your best mate. Like these people who feel the same about me after reading a bunch of my books. It is the first time that the role is actually reverse. That I would do anything to be your friend or help you, when I have fans out there who feels like that about me because they read my books. It is kind of a poetic justice really, that I can feel like that for someone else, because usually I don’t give a shit about anyone or any other author. I can be very insensitive, I have to admit. At the same time I can be very sensitive on certain other matters. Life is complex. Human nature is complex. Oh well.

 

You know, your series DVDs are being dubbed in French and German, which means that in France and Germany you should be quite popular. Is this true? Perhaps you should do some marketing over there…

 

Well, it is 2h30 in the morning and tomorrow I have to drive to Scotland. So I guess I will leave you now. It is always a pleasure to write to you. Please, if you are reading this, think about pressing reply and say: I am reading your messages. It would make a world of difference to me.

 

Thanks,

 

Regards,

 

Roland Michel Tremblay

 

44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middx, London, TW7 4JF, United Kingdom

Tel: +44 20 8847 5586  Mobile: +44 794 127 1010

 

 

http://www.crownedanarchist.com

rm@crownedanarchist.com

 

 


De : Roland Michel Tremblay [mailto:rm@crownedanarchist.com]
Envoyé : 6 septembre, 2004 14:16
À : Mycroft
Cc : 'rm@themarginal.com'
Objet : Blog 5 - Personal Blog to Mycroft  - Roland Michel Tremblay

 

Hello Mycroft,

 

Here is my Blog number 5, personal Blog to Mycroft .

 

Yesterday I bought your book in Borders in London. There was just one copy waiting for me and it was not easy to find it. I had to visit all four floors and ask at least 3 members of staff. I sat down reading for an hour in the bookstore before deciding on buying it, as I felt there was more in there than what I already read in your blogs. You have to understand that I have absolutely no money, so buying your book was the ultimate luxury thing I could do. And could only decide to buy it with keeping in mind that I would sell it on eBay as soon as I would finish reading it (of course, I have no intention of selling it, but I had to tell myself that to compensate for spending 16 pounds on a book). The day before I tried to buy it in Edinburgh, in a Waterstones, but they did not have a copy, even though both of your books were on their computer. From what I gathered, they used to have copies of the books before.

 

Well, I feel reading your book is a good motivation for me. It helps me with my self-doubts, it tells me I can hope for a better future, it even teaches me how to write (even though I have written so much already). I’m learning with you some tricks to make the story better. Like when that waitress came to ask you if you used to be an actor. I don’t remember reading such a build up in your blog, just when she was about to say something and you thought she was about to ask you on a date). I thought it was cool (I am even picking up your own expressions).