![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() We'd seen episodes one to three some weeks before, fresh from the cutting room. It was episode four, the final instalment. Maybe even a 7." Yet a few days ago, sitting in front of the TV, I got choked up.ĭoes it change anything if I tell you that the TV drama which moved me was an adaptation of my own novel The Crimson Petal and the White? My wife and I watched it on a home-made DVD that was posted to us by the film-makers. Not badly done at all, I suppose, for this sort of thing. "Oh yes, this is the bit where they hope people will start sniffling. Show me a tear-jerking movie, and I'll sit stony-faced, analysing the hell out of it. Pathos and poignancy are, to me, tactics and techniques in my work as a writer, I fetch them from my toolbox and use them as required. My own private sorrows can make me weep, and occasionally a song can penetrate my defences (June Tabor's "A Proper Sort of Gardener" does it to me every time), but when it comes to novels or on-screen narratives, I'm tough to crack. ![]() For a start, I haven't watched television for many years, and also, it takes a lot to make me cry. A few days ago, watching a TV show, I got tears in my eyes. ![]()
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