18 August 2011
VOIRREY voice over as CREATIVE TYPE reads a letter.
VOIRREY: Dear Hamilton.
I write this letter with some trepidation, as I write most of these letters and all too frequently. Oneof the curses of being a voter with a name like mine is that I can be located with a little troubleand a lot of leg work. I presume that the rolls are searchable online now?
As for your very polite request for an interview, I must decline. No, thank you. I cannot help you much with your production. I am old and the memory of those events nearly sixty (or is it seventy?) years ago grows ossified with the passing years. Questions beyond the barest facts I fear will be useless. I fail to remember much of the events. My father was the diaryist and I find travelling to the past painful and frustrating. Was I ever that young? Ever that innocent? I shudder at the very thought.
[[new thought 10/30/2011: "I fail to remember much of the times to begin with let alone those particular events]]
I am not and have never been insane despite the constant implication and outright accusations of many over the years. The events of those years have left a persistant taint throughout my life and have closed many options to me.
Also, I refute claims thagt my father abused me. He was strict but I have no doubts that he love me, my Ma and my older brother and sister. Regarding the insinuation of both Mr Price and Mr Nandor, how can I refute a negation except to say they read too much into a stressful time of our life.
I will not stop you in what you propose to do. Suffice to say I am not interested in knowing how your endeavour goes and have no wise to find out.
Before I sign off I will simply say this: most all of the events are true and to the record I can add nothing. Please understand I will not reply further.
Yours sincerely, Voirry Irving.
P.S. Please do not give my address to others
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Last page of catchup: a letter
This is based on something a flm director mentioned when talking about writing to Voirrey about an interview. She wrote a polite refusal. I like the idea of this being a way to shoehorn a monologue into the thing.