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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 19, 2015
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“It’s hard for me to talk about love. I think movies are the way I do that.”The Life and Death of Sophie Stark is a perfectly pleasant read, if one can really say that about a book that centres around something of a sociopath…
“I think I’m like one of those crabs, where it builds itself out of parts of other animals.”Sophie Stark is a visionary and unapologetic filmmaker. She uses stories from the lives of those around her—the boy she was obsessed with in college, her girlfriend, and her husband—to create movies that bring her critical recognition and acclaim. But as her career explodes, Sophie’s unwavering dedication to her art leads to the shattering betrayal of the people she loves most.
I told her Sophie and I were working together again, and she raised an eyebrow and asked if we were together together too. I said of course not, I was with Abe. She said that was good, he was a kind person, and Sophie wasn’t kind. I nodded, pretended that I agreed with her. I didn’t tell her I was realizing I wasn’t very kind either.Robbie – brother, camera guy, protector, person who knew her best:
My sister’s left ear was higher than her right. Her mouth sloped down a little to the right side, and her cheekbones flared out of her thin face like wings. I had never noticed any of this before, and I might’ve gone my whole life without knowing it, if she hadn’t come to my door that day with her head completely shaved.Jacob – Musician with a troubled childhood, the person who convinced Sophie to do something completely uncharacteristic and marry him, the subject of her third film:
And when people ask me why I married her that September, even though I’d only known her for three months and I knew it wouldn’t last, I tell them that a life is a heavy burden and imagine if someone just carried it for you for a while, just picked it up and carried it.Daniel – the boy she was obsessed with and liked to follow around with a camera in college, the subject of her first film:
“That’s a terrible thing to say about yourself,” I told her.George – the producer who wants to bring Sophie in to make one of his scripts, before she makes any more of a name for herself and is too big to touch:
She shrugged. “I call ’em like I see ’em,” she said. The phrase sounded weird, like she’s learned it from TV. She looked miserable, but she wasn’t crying. She looked like people look when they’ve cried all they can and they still don’t feel any better.
At the end, when Sophie stood in the bathroom with her shaved head, I watched her face – her crooked mouth, those giant eyes. I remembered how she’d looked on my couch the night before she left. I thought there might be a human thing inside her, trying to get out.And Benjamin Martin – the reviewer who followed Sophie’s career right from the start:
An extended shot of the title character spinning around and around like the child he no longer quite is warmed the heart of even this jaded veiwer, who in the past thought himself profoundly allergic to anything remotely heartwarming.
