Yes, I’m faking a Book Club post, but I’ve never faked it before. Really! I swear, it’s not you, it’s me. Don’t take it personally.
Anyway, I finally did a post on Christopher Walken, but I feel he deserves one more since I think of him so often. I have complained before of the gimmicky “secret diary” format of a lot of historical fiction. I always think of Christopher Walken’s scene in Pulp Fiction when I ponder how the “diary” might have survived. It must have been smuggled out of the palace up some jester’s ass, right? I even quoted the Pulp Fiction scene here regarding the Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn.
But now I think you should see the whole scene in all its glory. To make this a Book Club post, just imagine Walken saying, “I had this uncomfortable notebook up my ass two years.”
If I ever write my own “secret diary” book, I’m definitely doing a jester-ass-smuggling scene.