Uvi’s Comments (group member since Apr 09, 2012)

Uvi’s comments from the The Creative Spark with Uvi Poznansky group.

No problem Angela. Good to hear your voice.

But the real difference I think between film-making and writing is that (in general) one is a collaborative effort, the other--a private one. In film-making, as it is in producing a play, there is a creative cross-polination between individuals of different persuasions (screen writers, directors, set designers, players, etc) which can be a very rewarding experience to all. As a writer I am planting the seeds for all of these aspects, but I am doing it single-handedly.

The paper will take the world blowing up a lot easier, because if you write it convincingly, it will be imagined by the reader, and no investment needs to be made in explosives on the set and insurance for the players... lol

But then again, in any art form you are limited by the medium, which in fact presents a great challenge: in writing, all you have is the 27 letters of the alphabet, in sculpture all you have is clay, in music all you have is notes which you mark across five lines...

It's great to hear your voice here! I've read about 'Your Calling' and your film work...

While writing Apart From Love I realized that an author wears many hats: The 'location scout' for some of the scenes, the 'set designer' for them, the 'lighting coordinator' (because the scenes are seen in the light of day, moonlight and artificial light at different places in the book.)

Here is a question I posed to my readers in my blog: If you had to design a movie set to bring this situation to life, what furniture would you use? What objects would you place on the furniture? How old would these objects be? Whose style do they reflect? How would these objects appear in daylight? In the dark? In what ways would the sight and sound of them create a mood for the characters?

To read more, click the link
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/03/in...

From the first page, there is the burden of blame between them, which is lifted only when you reach the end...

Thank you so much, Angela.

She is a ghost indeed. I think that because you are a pianist, you have a special bond with her. She has few lines of dialogue--and yet she leaves a profound, sometimes troubling affect on the other characters. I wrote about her in my blog:

http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/03/ma...

Yes! This is about Natasha, the pianist. And on a different level, it is about the alienation between father and son.

And by the way, no need to apologize or even feel bad: you are not the only one experiencing these musings after the first read. Here is a quote from an Amazon Reviewer and Vine Voice participant Valerie Matteson, from Ann Arbor:

"I actually read this book twice because each time I kept realizing new things about it! This voyage of discovery through the viewpoints of Ben, the twenty-seven year old son of Lenny and Natasha, and Anita, Lenny's young, pregnant second wife, is truly amazing."

(to read it, and other Amazon reviews, click here http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...)

I am actually glad that the book takes time to process, and that the story continues to linger in your mind and heart. it means that you are experiencing it to the fullest. So take your time, don't rush to summarize prematurely what it meant for you.

Then let the dust settle first, and the thoughts will find a way to sort themselves out. One question to you: did you read the 'Editorial Notes' at the end of the book?

You're very welcome, Angela and it is my pleasure, too! You're reading in one day that which took a whole year for me to bring out of the most painful and the most joyful places in me, so no wonder it can be overwhelming!

It is a tease, and more... You will see when you reach the very end. Not going to spoil it for you!

;)

Thank you Angela! I try to write so you have all senses awakened, with descriptions that are tactile, olfactory and visual.

Many readers asked me about Anita, the girl in the midst of a firestorm of passion in my new book, Apart From Love. She is so different... How did she spring from my mind?

Here's a blog post I wrote about her:
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/03/wh...

You can truly judge what I call the 'truth in fiction', because you have a unique, first hand familiarity with people suffering from the disease. This chapter is the first of two chapters Ben is watching his mother and trying to talk to her, which turns out to be talking to himself and bringing up early childhood memories.

Here is an excerpt of how he views her:
"I push forward, aiming to view it, somehow, from her angle, which at first, is too hard to imagine:
In my mind I try, I see a map, the entire map of her travels around the world. A whole history. It has been folded over and again, collapsed like a thin tissue, into a square; which is suspended there—right in front of her—a tiny, obscure dot on that window.
And inside that dot, the path of her journey crisscrosses itself in intricate patterns, stacked in so many papery layers. And the names of the places, in which she performed back then, in the past—London, Paris, Jerusalem, San Petersburg, New York, Tokyo—have become scrambled, illegible even, because by now, she can no longer look past that thing, that dot. She cannot see out of herself.
She is, I suppose, confined."

So glad it arrived finally! Do not hesitate to post your thoughts here as you are reading along. Ben is on a roller coaster of emotions, taking you along for the ride... But eventually (I promise) you'll see him find his bearings.

Great question Angela! I have lived here about three decades. It is incredibly hard to move, but when you are young and adventurous, it is all in good fun.

Being multi-lingual, English was no problem--rather, it was the nuancing of the language. I mean, back in Israel people would blurt out exactly what they mean, while here I had to 'read between the lines.' Which, incidentally, teaches you to listen--really listen--to the way they say things. I make full use of my listening skill in writing dialogue.

I can totally relate to loving quaint bookstores with old books. You're very lucky to have one nearby.