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The Difference Between Theory and Practice

In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. But, in practice, there is.

– Jan L. A. Van de Snepscheut (1953-1994)

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My Lilac Blooms Again: More Pleasures From My Backyard

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The Great Gatsby, 2013

“You can’t repeat the past.” Nick Carraway, played strikingly by the doe-eyed Tobey Maguire, says to his neighbor and friend Jay Gatsby—who answers with the famous line, “Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!”

Turns out it really isn’t that simple and easy to repeat the past, no matter how devilishly detailed one may wish to arrange things.   Which is, of course, what Gatsby attempts to do with each lavish party that he gives.  Alas, if it were only so simple.

But for a man who wishes to repeat the past, he is certainly selective about the parts that he wishes to repeat.  There are parts of his deep and dark past that he would do anything not to repeat, and in this we see the dexterity with which Baz Luhrmann’s movie is a terrific adaptation of the Fitzgerald classic that succeeds not only as a work of cinema but also, wonderfully, as proof of the novel’s greatness. 

This is Hollywood at its finest:  presenting the glitz and glam of 1920s Manhattan, one is awe-struck by the sights and sounds of the Jazz Age even as it is contrasted to the teeming poverty within the bowels of the city itself.  All the solid themes of the book that include old money vs. new money, regret and remorse over poor choices of one’s youth, being a victim of circumstance, pining for that which is not to be, denial and desire, misplaced longing, deceit and betrayal, and of course, the pursuit of the great American dream are all contained and portrayed skillfully and entertainingly in this spectacular rendition.  Oh, and did I mention love?  That too.

Prepare to get on an amazing roller-coaster with every party that you are privy to at Gatsbys, and prepare for a most entertaining ride.  Along the way, you’ll also make the acquaintance of one of Bollywood’s big names—Amitabh Bachhan—as a creepy gangster in a cameo role. 

DeCaprio, you have arrived, certainly, and I’ll bet good money that this might be as defining a role for your legacy, perhaps even eclipsing your Titanic one.  Bravo, all around! 

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Pink Flowers Against an 1896 Foundation Stone: Where History Meets Posterity

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The Art of Repetition and a Lesson for Life

The Art of Repetition

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In the months after my mother died, we started the task of sorting. It’s a strange process that makes you part curator and part detective. You read every letter in every file, empty every box, open every drawer. We weren’t looking for clues — my mother was remarkably transparent — but I found one anyway. A clue to why I had become a writer.

In a box marked “Jimmy,” I found — among childhood art projects, report cards and letters I had written her — a stack of thank-you notes I had sent her friends. That seemed strange. I had mailed them directly to her friends after my bar mitzvah 40 years ago. Yet here they were. One still had a note attached to my letter that read, “Marcia, just wanted you to see what a beautiful note Jimmy wrote me.”

There were about a dozen of them, the earliest recorded samples of my nonschool writing. I sat down to read the stack and found myself in the company of my 13-year-old self, sincerely thanking people for generous checks, Cross pen sets and books like “The Encyclopedia of Jewish Sports Heroes.” What I saw in those notes was an early writing exercise, one I’m still doing: the practice of saying the same thing over and over again in different ways.

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Having opened my share of thank-you notes over the years and having watched my kids write their own, I knew that nonwriters treat the process as an exercise in efficiency. Find a nice way to say something, and then copy and paste. The shorter, the better. Get it done and cross one more name off the list.

My notes to my mother’s friends were each quite long and singular. I didn’t follow a template. Some started with “thank you,” some ended with it. I often used the task at hand, thanking them for the gift, to express something deeper: gratitude for being a part of my family, for putting up with me, for coming to my basketball games. I used anecdotes and details.

To become a writer, you have to follow a few rules: Show, don’t tell. Avoid clichés. Be specific. Try not to repeat yourself.

These rules work for me whether I’m writing an essay like this or an ad at the agency where I work as a writer and creative director. I’ve learned that people don’t love to be told things. But they don’t mind being shown things. When you demonstrate an idea for a reader or viewer, you let him participate in the process.

I try to teach this to the copywriters who work for me. Find the story. Make it matter. No one wants to be lectured to. And that’s true if you’re creating a mobile app, a TV spot or even a PowerPoint.

And the toughest lesson: learn to love doing the same assignment again and again. Writing, like building furniture or making jewelry, is “Groundhog Day.” How many ways can you write a headline that says, “Here’s a dollar off coupon”? The answer turns out to be almost infinite.

A writer brings me 20 taglines. I ask for 50 more. In essence, I’m asking him or her to do what I did as a budding thank-you-note writer: find another angle.

When I was 13, I don’t remember wanting to be a writer. I didn’t particularly love to read. What I loved was praise. And these thank-you notes brought me a lot of that.

Reading them 40 years later, I recalled how my mother’s friends would sometimes write me a note thanking me for my thank-you note. And I also remembered how my mother would ask to read the notes before I stuffed them in the envelope. She would often tell me how good they were. I didn’t grow up without praise, but these were the days before every kid got a trophy just for showing up. And I wasn’t the best student on the block. So my mother’s words, “You’re quite a writer,” meant a lot.

I don’t remember setting out to make those words the truth. I think I became a writer because it was the only thing I could do that made people say, “Wow.” Plus, my words seemed to work on English teachers and also on girls. And that turned out to be powerful fuel.


Jim Sollisch

Jim Sollisch, a creative director at Marcus Thomas Advertising, is a frequent contributor to The Christian Science Monitor and other publications.

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The Mommy Memory Mason Jar: A Prized Possession This Year

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Walk In the Woods with Daisy: The Best Way to Reset Your Buttons

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Moong Sprouts and Chickpeas: A Cool and Crunchy Pairing

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