I love the movie “Stranger Than Fiction”–the movie that stars Will Ferrell as Harold Crick, an IRS auditor who finds that his life is being narrated by a voice….a voice that belongs to a merciless fiction writer named Karen Eiffel who suddenly has control over his destiny as a character in her novel.
It’s a pretty fantastic storyline. Hearing a voice? A writer having control over a real person’s life? A real person’s life intersecting with that of a character’s novel? Pretty fantastic. But I believed it–somehow, it rang true to me, at least on a metaphorical level.
But the part that really was stranger than fiction? That didn’t ring true AT ALL?
That part would be when the writer, Karen Eiffel (played by Emma Thompson), gives Harold Crick her manuscript to read–the original, hand scribbled and typed pages. Because she’s typing on a typewriter with no computer in sight, one can only assume this is her ONLY copy of the manuscript. No flash drive, no second copies, NOTHING. She gives him her ONLY COPY of her novel.
p.s. I LOVED the movie.