I can think of no better way to begin the slow journey back to relevance here than with a link to Lorrie Moore's superb NYRB appreciation of The Wire, that rare show that deserves all the superlatives that collect around it.
So confident are Simon and Burns in their enterprise that they have with much justification called the program “not television” but a “novel.” Certainly the series’s creators know what novelists know: that it takes time to transform a social type into a human being, demography into dramaturgy, whether time comes in the form of pages or hours. With time as a medium rather than a constraint one can show a profound and unexpected aspect of a character, and discover what that character might decide to do because of it. With time one can show the surprising interconnections within a chaotic, patchworked metropolis.
I'm presently busy with finalizing a syllabus for my first Novel II class, finishing Part One of my novel, and generally navigating an exceptionally chaotic period. But I've got a terrific new intern to introduce, interviews and books to discuss, and frankly, there will always be a great reason to put off returning one more week. If not now, then when?
More to come.