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Reports Interviews
Susan Elizabeth Howe ..................................... 100
Indie Mormon Cinema Attempts a Main-
Linda Paulson Adams ...................................... 104
stream Conversion, Ed Halter ................ 53
Dave Wolverton Pursues Big-Budget Movie Novel Excerpt
Project, Robyn Heirtzler ......................... 55
Refining Fire, Linda Paulson Adams .................111
Film Novelization Excerpt Essay
Brigham City, Marilyn Brown .................... 57
A Poem Is a Gift, Janean Justham ....................118
Reviews Poetry
Pride & Prejudice Succeeds on Its Own Terms, A Leg, to Stand On, Jana Bouck Remy.................6
Scott Parkin Mother-Daughter, Janean Justham ...................116
A review of the movie Pride & Prejudice..133 Worst Details, Janean Justham .........................117
Not about Mormons, Jonathan Langford
A review of Tony Kushner’s Poetry Excerpt
Angels in America ................................. 135 From the Epic Mormoniad: 1 Nephi 4–5,
Peter J. Sorensen .........................................119
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for inclusion in films and other media intended for
widespread public consumption have experienced n addition to this subtle anxiety over public
significant friction and impediment from members exposure and desire by some members to sup-
who do not feel such stories should be told! press crossover, there is another ironic social factor
which becomes apparent with respect to popular
media consumption by Mormons: a clearly identi-
“Inside” Anticrossover
fiable double standard.
Jimmy’s eyes are wide. He stares, then rushes for the Beans makes for the door. He cuts back, reaches in
window. Sheer panic. Jimmy’s coat pocket, and takes out a thick manila
envelope.
Outside the house
Ext. posh house—backyard—day
Jimmy pounds on the glass, SCREAMS like a girl.
Beans makes his way through the crowd. He’s spotted
by his wife, GINA (40). She’s a big-hair, fake-nails,
Upstairs bedroom
high-heels-wearing woman.
The guys pull Jimmy away and shove him onto the bed
and hold him down. Gina: Carmine! Where you been?
Dominic: Young people don’t take no responsibil- Beans: Whatta you care? You been over there cheep-
ity. It’s the decline of the two-parent household. cheepin’ with your friends like it’s a quiltin’ party!
Statistics show single parents are more apt to bein’
enablers. Gina: Who is she? Huh? Who’s your goomah this
week? It’s Ralph Todaro’s sister, isn’t it!
Beans: My old man walked out on us when I was
ten and never came back. I turned out fine. This Beans rolls his eyes as Gina looks around. Beans passes
kid’s just a punk! the bride and groom and hands them the manila
envelope.
Jimmy: Okay! I lifted a few stones! Couple ’a
necklaces! But I still got ’em. They’re in my stor- Beans (kissing the bride): Congratulations.
age unit!
Gina (spotting Ralph): Ralph! (Pulling his arm)
Beans: Then you’re takin’ us to this storage unit. Ralphie! Where’s Donna?
Dominic, pull my car around. (To Petey and Jackie)
I don’t want him havin’ another panic attack, so you Ralph: Haven’t seen her.
guys wrap our little package up here real good.
Gina (calling to Beans): Ah-ha! I knew it! You’re a
A beat. good for nothin’!
Jackie: With what? Beans (circle to his head): And you’re oobatz!
Beans goes stone-faced but maintains composure. Jimmy jumps up and down a couple of times.
Beans: Mickey’s a standup guy. Beans: Get ridda some of that tape!
Angello: I knew I could count on your support. Jackie rips the tape from around Jimmy’s calves. Jimmy
SCREAMS through the tape across his mouth. There’s a
Beans: Yeah, sure. Look, I gotta finish takin’ care ton of hair on the tape.
of the thing.
Jackie: Guy’s Italian. Whatta ya goin’ do?
Int. posh house—front hall—day
Beans storms through, steaming mad. Dominic: Fuhgeddaboudit.
Beans (muttering under his breath): Mickey Valechi! Ext. posh house—garage—day
Mickey Valechi! From a distance, one sees the car backed up. Beans
looks out from the door to the house. He walks out
MICKEY VALECHI (40) passes through. and motions to the others. Dominic, Petey, and Jackie
escort Jimmy, who can barely shuffle both of his feet
Beans (cont’d) (gleefully hugging and kissing): Hey! along. The scene is SNAPPED IN BLACK AND WHITE
Mickey Valechi! THROUGH THE HIGH-POWERED LENS OF A CAMERA.
Agent Snider: I think we’re the ones who just got Dominic (handing it to Beans): It’s all there.
a great big gift.
SIRENS. FLASHING LIGHTS. FBI cars SQUEAL UP. The
Ext. storage shed—night Feds jump out.
Jackie and Petey open the trunk where Jimmy is
stashed. Agent Banks: FBI! Everybody down!
Petey: You got a lot of cargo space in here, Beans. Beans can’t believe it. The wise guys get down. Jimmy
I couldn’t get that Mr. Miyagi in the trunk of my flops over like a dead fish.
Toyota.
Int. interrogation room—night
Taking Jimmy out. Beans sits with Banks and Snider.
Jackie: Whatta you thinkin’, buyin’ foreign? Detroit Agent Banks: Look, Carmine, I have to tell you.
builds its cars with Americans in mind; we’re the Kidnapping, accessory to that jewelry heist—
most obese country in the world. couple that with the rap sheet you got under your
belt, you’re looking at twenty-five years, easy.
Dominic (snipping the lock on the storage door with
cutters): I go shopping for a car, I take my cousin Agent Snider: Unless Angelo Marcello thinks you
Pauly with me. might talk. Then you’re looking at six feet under.
Dominic: If he can fit in the trunk, anybody can. Agent Banks: And Angelo just might think that.
(Leaning in) He might hear rumors you’re holding
He lifts the door as Petey and Jackie hop Jimmy over. a grudge about being passed over for captain.
Jimmy (pointing with head): Behind the couch, in Agent Banks (cont’d): Either way, it’s lose-lose.
a briefcase.
Agent Banks sucks the last drops of soda through a
Beans nods toward Dominic, who heads inside. straw out of his cup. Several seconds of SLURPING.
Beans glares, looks away.
Ext. city court house—day Vincent: ’Sides, they call you Carmine the Beans.
A flood of people pours down the steps, surrounding
a handcuffed Angelo Marcello and several other wise Beans: I grind my own coffee! Ergo, the Beans!
guys. Microphones and cameras stick in their faces. That makes sense! What’s this Puff Daddy guy do?
They pass a REPORTER on camera. Chain smoke around his kids?
Notes
1. Sylvia Nasar, A Beautiful Mind: A Biography of John
Forbes Nash Jr., Winner of the Nobel Prize in Economics,
1994 (Simon and Schuster, 1998).
2. For example, Abraham married Keturah (Gen.
25:1) after Sarah’s death at age 127 (Gen. 23:1–2). See
also 1 Kings 1:1–4.
3. Laura Hildebrand, Seabiscuit: An American Legend
(Ballantine Books, 2002).
4. Gideon Burton, “Making Mormon Cinema: Hype
and Hope,” in Art, Belief, Meaning: The Visual Arts and
the Restored Gospel, ed. Herman du Toit and Doris R.
Dant, vol. 1 (BYU Museum of Art, 2001).
5. Richard Cracroft, review of Harvest: Contemporary
Mormon Poems ed. Eugene England and Dennis Clark,
in BYU Studies 30.2 (1990): 119–23; available online at
humanities.byu.edu/mldb/cracrevh.htm.
6. Moroni 7:16–17: “For behold, the Spirit of Christ
is given to every man, that he may know good from evil;
wherefore, I show unto you the way to judge; for every
thing which inviteth to do good, and to persuade to
believe in Christ, is sent forth by the power and gift of
Christ; wherefore ye may know with a perfect knowledge
it is of God. But whatsoever thing persuadeth men to do
evil, and believe not in Christ, and deny him, and serve
not God, then ye may know with a perfect knowledge
it is of the devil; for after this manner doth the devil
work, for he persuadeth no man to do good, no, not
one; neither do his angels; neither do they who subject
themselves unto him.”
7. For example, Audrey Rock-Richardson, Tooele (Utah)
Transcript-Bulletin, January 31, 2003, available online at
www.rottentomatoes.com. Also, Thomas C. Baggaley,
Chapter 1
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the back of the dome. One of them had brown
he packed a basket of fresh vegetables and a
braids that stuck out from the sides of her head
couple of loaves of bread, and piled the kids
as if she were a child. The other practically was a
into the jeep. At the last minute, she went back
child, with bright red hair pulled into an untidy
inside and took the meditation stone from the night-
stand drawer. bun. They were both laughing, flushed, and carry-
The polygamists had homesteaded a fertile little ing buckets of cleaning supplies. The redhead was
valley about eighty kilometers from the dig. There pregnant.
was no road, but the jeep was meant to handle all- They dropped their buckets and sat down at the
terrain travel. table. “Rachael, meet my sister-wives,” Priscilla said.
Temporary domes like the Murrays’, only bigger, “Amelia and Lorraine. This is Rachael Murray. She’s
dotted the settlement, but the men and boys were a Mormon, and her husband’s a scientist.”
already at work on more permanent homes. Rachael “He’s a Mormon, too,” Rachael said, feeling stu-
parked the jeep and sat tapping her fingers on the pid. She shook hands with Amelia, the one in the
steering wheel. She shouldn’t have come. Was she braids. When Lorraine took Rachael’s hand, her
just supposed to walk up and knock on the nearest eyes widened. “Did you know you’re pregnant?”
door? She hadn’t brought enough vegetables for the “Me?” Rachael asked, shocked.
whole settlement. They were probably all busy any- “Oh, yes.” Lorraine winked. “I have a knack for
way. She was about to leave when a woman with knowing these things.”
short blond hair came outside and waved cheer- “Congratulations.” Priscilla beamed at her. “Lor-
fully. Rachael waved back and got out of the jeep. raine’s never been wrong.”
She scarcely had Max and Lessa unloaded before a “Uh, thanks.” Rachael took another swig of milk
group of kids swept them into a noisy game. and pressed her hand to her belly, wondering if
The blond woman held out her hand. “Hello Lorraine could be right. She tried to remember the
there. I’m Priscilla Pullman.” last time she’d had a period, but couldn’t.
I
he hiked, pegged, strode—across furrows and cor-
t has been a long time since I have come to Uncle rugations, over the hoof pocks and hummocks of
John for a haircut. With over a thousand miles swamp pasture, through sagebrush and trees.
between us for the last dozen years, it’s not so easy Not anymore. Now, even on sidewalks and kitchen
as it once was to drop by on a Sunday afternoon linoleum, he’s mindful of his footholds. His ail-
or rainy Tuesday morning. Standing on an utterly ments have bent him some, too, which is no mean
familiar stoop, in front of an utterly familiar storm feat. Uncle John was—is—a Marine. The habits
door, I knock. Even the sound of my knuckles is of carriage demanded in boot camp have been, in
familiar. the half-century since, irrepressible. There was not
“It’s open,” Aunt Minnie says from somewhere a syllable of hypocrisy in his frequent reminders to
deep in the house—the same response I heard count- stand up straight. Even his chair and pew sitting
less times as a boy. It has nothing to do with the bears the stamp of military training: no slouching,
door being locked. When she appears in the kitchen sliding, sprawling, no spineless succumbing to grav-
window, she is waving me in. “Hello, stranger,” ity. He never sleeps in church.
she says, smiling. Uncle John is not far behind her. The Marine Corps likewise left its mark on his
“Minnie,” he says, “look what the cats drug in.” grooming and dress. My uncle has always kept his
The haircut is, of course, only part of the reason hair trimmed short and his face shaved. I cannot
I have come. From the time I first walked the three remember him ever indulging whiskers. At the start
miles from my home on the other side of Ralston of a workday, he is always buttoned and tucked-in.
to this one, through all the times I got here on On Sundays his dress shoes are shined and tightly
bicycle, then scooter, then motorcycle, I have come laced.
dered about, like how people with one leg shower, Even in the hospital,
or how the Gadianton Robbers got hold of those You reached for my hand.
ancient secret oaths. You hold it warmly, as she did.
From the ancient world to the modern is a wide We comfort each other.
span, and Janean Justham’s poems in this issue sug- You light up when I look at you.
gest the connection between the two worlds—par- I must smile at your love—
ents who are linked through their parents to people Sweet, patient as your namesake.
they never met and who act as such links for their Your beauty is familiar.
children. Justham’s essay in this issue, “A Poem is
a Gift,” continues our series of poets writing about I watch images of my grandmother
their craft. And her, a beaming baby,
Peter J. Sorensen’s excerpt from The Mormoniad Ghostlike, on the screen.
touches on the question of the proper relationship Even in pictures,
between scripture and literature, something we will
consider at length in an upcoming issue. Sorensen’s Grandma was barely here.
casting of the book of Moroni as a wisdom poem We have that in common—
got me thinking about the Book of Mormon as an Mothers’ mothers who left the room
epic and what good fortune we have in our literary Before we came in.
culture to have three epic poems taken from the
Book of Mormon. A future issue will contain “The I imprint her on my mind,
Wisdom of Moroni,” along with an essay on The Feel for her behind my skin.
Mormoniad, an excerpt from Michael Collings’s I want to ask her if she cooed like you—
The Nephiad, an excerpt from R. Paul Cracroft’s Before she knew this pain at five.
A Certain Testimony, Richard Y. Thurman’s essay You look to me for her nurturance.
on Cracroft, and Richard D. Rust on the Book of I hide my lips in your neck
Mormon as epic. And think about us four—
What secrets of each other we know and lack.
Sleep, but not as she does.
Hold my hand until our eyes close.
One another’s present, we
Search each other’s faces for an angel.
—Janean Justham
Worst Details
just a slit of dark glass showed we talked, we stood, we sang and played,
between his lids. witnessed but did not believe;
come on, dad, i pulled, we sat, we cried, we stared in shock,
on nothing— took with us each one rose, and ate.
like when long grasses buried, he swirls around us still.
sickened by dew, rotted at the root just once he should get the phone,
slip out and fall away in your hands, get the june gift he’ll never see.
making you stagger at night i plan the funeral
that already was,
i prayed with her peer through darkness
but the words dissipated to catch the foe—
in the doorway what will he do next?
not reaching the front room,
much less heaven, and She—lifelong hope—
and misted back on us drums out a rhythm of life
in my belly
one by one,
i told them all, —Janean Justham
heard their gut-wounds
and still stood,
messenger of worst details,
my back her shield
my sons,
charged by the lightning of it,
shaking in the thunder,
reeled under its weight,
determined to say good-bye
when no one could.
had to push them back,
make them let me go
then the enemy
stepped forward from the shadows,
stirred our shocked hearts
with his slim drawn sword—
had to be there
in that small, sacred room,
where she-swan hovered over
the last of her
infinite sorrow overcasting eternal love—
had to lunge in, just to hurt us
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swirl around each other in my mind.
ut Nephi answered,
My background in the study of language and
Surely Yahweh is mightier than Laban his fifty,
the work of British and American masters helps, of
or even his tens of thousands.
course, as do years of practice and the willingness
Let us go up and be strong like to Moshe
to keep tightening each poem. For he spake to the Reed Sea and divided it.
Our fathers came through on dry ground,
Janean Justhan lives in Salt Lake City with her The armies of Pharaoh did follow and drown.
husband and children. She doesn’t count his cats. She Shall he not then judge Laban to destroy him?
works for the state of Utah and has a B.A. from BYU
in English and an M.A. from the University of Utah Now they four returned to the city by night, and
in social work. She is wondering how to market her Nephi went forward alone. And he saw Laban,
first novel. sleepy with wine, fallen to earth, and therefore
Nephi drew Laban’s sword from its sheath, and
saw the hilt of pure gold, and of exceeding fine
workmanship, and the blade hard like to Hittite
blades. And the voice of Shekhinah urged him on,
that Nephi raised the sword, and Shekhinah said,
“Slay him, for it is given you; shall one man live at
the price of a whole people?” So Nephi became the
scourge of Yahweh that day, and took Laban by his
hair and smote off his head with his own sword.
And he girded on Laban’s armor, and went forth
to the treasury.
N ow Sariah complained bitterly to Lehi for her Lemuel stood off by his own tent, and wondered
four sons’ sake: “Thou hast led us forth from greatly. “What is this then that I have done? What
our inheritance, and see now how we perish.” But is this scroll of copper which I recovered from off
Lehi said, Laban’s corse?” And being a coarse man, Lemuel
did not read writing, but Laman was a cunning
Have I not seen God in vision? scribe, who kept the treasury and recorded all Lehi
Shall his goodness fail me now? his father’s accounts. And when Lemuel found
Surely had I tarried at Jerusalem, we all had perished; Laman alone, he showed him the copper scroll, and
But I have obtained a land of promise. said, “I wist not what this thing is.” And Laman
In this I rejoice. read, and behold,
Yahweh shall deliver my sons from Laban’s hand,
And He will bring them to us in the wilderness. A plan of infamy, to make the gods of Babylon
known in Israel,
And Sariah repented her words, and sang, yes, a covenant among the elders
to establish new gods in the temple of Yahweh.
Assuredly Yahweh led us into the wilderness, Oaths of bloody secrecy, and penalties most dire,
He hath holpen my sons, protected them, That no one soul of the conspirators should betray
delivered them from Laban’s hands his brother with impunity.
That the things were done that He bade them do. A vile brotherhood for the sake of gain, both of
riches and power,
When therefore these four sons all were come to to set at defiance the promises of Yahweh,
their father’s tent, he rejoiced, and their mother was those that reward for good and curse for evil.
exceeding glad, for Lehi and Sariah had mourned A copper scroll to invoke the names of other gods,
them, thinking them dead. Then offered they sac- to reap the glory of Israel for Babylon.
rifice and burnt offerings to Yahweh, yes, a thank
offering unto Israel’s God. And when Laman read these things that Lemuel
had set before him, they two became children of
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upon various ancient beliefs, superstitions and folk his past year saw several premieres by young
tales to give the work depth and texture.” Mormon playwrights, most notably the off-
Other Cedar Fort works that have received some off-Broadway September production of Erik Orton’s
attention are Rachael Nunes’s Where I Belong, about musical Berlin. The play, previously workshopped
a young woman torn between motherhood and at Brigham Young University, tells the story of the
an artistic career; Marilyn Arnold’s The Classmates, 1948 Berlin airlift through the eyes of German,
about a group of elderly friends who solve a mystery; American, and Russian characters. Reviewers praised
and Jeff Call’s Rolling with the Tide, about a Mor- Orton’s music and the professional quality of the
mon quarterback at the University of Alabama. production, although they were less enthusiastic
Among the smaller houses, Granite published about the script. Matthew Murray of Talkin’ Broad-
four novels, about its average for the last several way said the performance was that of “a brightly
years. Granite has acquired Evans Books, a distrib- polished, large-scale Broadway hit. The kind of
utor for smaller presses and independent authors. confidence that this show has . . . can’t help but
After a period of reorganization, Horizon reen- be infectious. It’s one of the few things that is,
tered the Mormon fiction market with two books though—just about everything else in Berlin has
authored or coauthored by Jack Weyland. A new been seen before elsewhere. Think of this show as
press, Mapletree Publishing, announced its arrival a cross between Les Miserables and Chess . . . The
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like him when he seems to be quite charming with
his was a fun movie and one that I heartily his rich friends, Elizabeth says something to the
recommend to anyone who likes romantic
effect of “Anyone can be charming for their friends;
comedies. It has personality, wit, and a sense of
it’s how they treat strangers that reveals their true
humor that will appeal to a fairly wide range of
nature.” And Darcy spends the first thirty minutes
viewers. Most importantly, it has heart—and that
of this film being an absolute jerk to strangers.
(along with a modicum of filmmaking talent) is all
Then the death wish scene happens, where both
you can ask for in a romantic comedy. This movie
supplies both in generous quantities. Elizabeth and Jane go to pieces because they’ve
Short recommendation: See it if you’re inclined each lost their respective boyfriends. They spend
to like romantic comedies. It has some rough spots a week in a full-blown orgy of excessive ice cream,
and a huge death wish scene, but in the end it ful- pizza, and poor housekeeping, which makes both
fills its promise to me as a viewer and succeeds on of them seem far from the intelligent, self-assured
its own terms. heroines they were alleged to be at the start.
After they’re pulled out of self-pity by their
Two Films in One friends, the film moves quickly through a series of
well-handled, punchy scenes that firmly establish
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