Memo from the Story Department. Christopher Vogler

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СКАЧАТЬ Murder. My friend said the director was an interesting character, a rising star and a rebel in the local theatre scene by the name of David McKenna.

      McKenna was indeed a colorful character, with long hair, unruly beard and the loud voice of a kid from New Jersey. Boiling over with energy, he was constantly bouncing a rubber ball or twirling a cane. His manner was brash and vulgar but very funny, and his unorthodox taste as a director appealed to me. He reminded me of Bugs Bunny, irreverent, mischievous but good-hearted.

      David cast my friend, a much better actor than me, in a major role and gave me a small part as a policeman. Because I was good with accents, I also provided several radio and telephone voices needed for the production, and tried to make myself useful by volunteering to “keep book,” that is, following along in the script as we went through rehearsals, writing down all of the director's notes. David became very stern and unforgiving as he assumed the director role, taking full control of the theatre and everyone in it. He knew exactly what he wanted and didn't seem interested in anyone else's opinion.

      By the standards of the day his directorial choices were exotic, daring, challenging to the audience. But it was clear he had reasons for his choices, some principles he was following. He dealt in the language of movies, speaking of shots, angles and cuts and using classic films as references. His taste in movies and his pleasure in them seemed to overlap with mine. I wanted to jump in and make comments, but kept silent, trying to write down everything he said.

      Then David was on his feet staging the big action scene of the play, a struggle in which a woman being attacked by a murderer turns the tables in self-defense, stabbing him to death with a pair of scissors. David finished blocking the scene and was about to move on, but I suddenly found myself blurting out “What if he's not dead?!”

      McKenna turned to look at me, his eyes wide. The first thought on his face was “Who the hell is this guy interrupting the flow of my directing?” and the second was “Hey, that's a good idea!”

      “He's like a vampire,” I dared to continue. “She kills him, the audience buys it, she buys it. But then he jumps up—he's not dead! He comes after her again, with a pair of scissors sticking out of his back! She has to kill him all over again!”

      David liked the idea and immediately incorporated it into the play. That evening, after the rehearsal, we went to a coffee shop and began the decades-long discussion that is the fabric of this book.

      We discovered that we had a lot in common, born a few months apart in one of the peak years of the baby boom, 1949, both growing up in sprawling middle-class families with a certain amount of ethical orientation drummed into us by the Catholic church. We shared an appreciation for Western movies and an interest in history and the supernatural. But most of all, over time, we seem to share most the love of story in all its forms. We learned that we had some facility at it, a natural sense of structure, and a vast array of examples in our mental inventory.

      We became friends and worked together on several stage shows in San Antonio when the theatre scene in that town was remarkably vibrant and creative. It was a magical time when it seemed we could do anything. Like all such times it had to come to an end and the creative spirits who had gathered briefly there dispersed to the four winds. The end of the magic coincided with the end of my tour of duty in the Air Force. Both David and I sensed that we needed to know more about the crafts we wanted to pursue, and so we split up to go to graduate schools on opposite sides of the country, though we promised to keep the creative spark alive by staying in touch.

      David headed East to Carnegie-Mellon in Pittsburgh to hone his skills as a theatre director, while I returned to Los Angeles to gain more skills in writing and directing for film, going to the USC Cinema School on the G.I. Bill.

      I was looking for something in those days, an organizing principle or general theory to make sense of the seemingly chaotic world of story. Looking back, I see that David may have already found his version of a Unified Field Theory for storytelling, in the approach to directing he had learned in his undergraduate training at the University of Texas at Austin, from Professor Hodge. I found mine a little later, at USC, when a professor introduced me to the world of Joseph Campbell and the Hero's Journey concept, a life-changing experience that led to the writing of The Writer's Journey and formed the foundation of my career.

      Through those years and beyond, David and I did keep in touch. In fact we worked at it quite seriously. In long letters we compared notes on the training we were getting and the new movies that were coming out. After graduate school, David started directing theatre and coaching actors while I got my first jobs as a story analyst in Hollywood. We still managed to get together for a few days every year for intense sessions of analyzing movies and discussing the stories we encountered in our work. But there was something deeper going on, a search for the hidden structure of it all.

      I was finding steady work in Hollywood as a story analyst, reading scripts and stories and writing reports on them called “coverage.” I was good at it and earned a reputation for being good with structure, in part because of the tools that the Hero's Journey put in my hands. One year when David was visiting me in Los Angeles I introduced him to the story editor at 20th Century-Fox where I was working. He said there might be work for David in the New York office of the Fox story department and encouraged him to prepare some samples of coverage to display his story analysis skills.

      Then, as David remembers it, I put him through a hellish course of training, making him rewrite his sample coverage countless times before it was ready. But apparently it was worth the effort, for he got the job and has been in demand as a skilled story analyst ever since.

      After a couple of years I left the Fox story department for a new job at Disney, which had just gone through a drastic change of management and corporate culture and was newly energized. I got a little deeper into the mysteries of the movie development process, doing historical research, writing reports on various aspects of popular culture, and composing detailed notes on screenplays being prepared for production.

      I never lost sight of my interest in the deep storytelling principles, in the unwritten rules of story logic, especially the patterns of structure and character I'd found in Campbell's Hero's Journey model. The urge built inside me to put down my thoughts about the model's huge potential as a guide to movie storytelling. I wanted to write it up into a short, useful statement of the basic principles in the form of a studio memo, the kind that Disney production chief Jeffrey Katzenberg had famously used to spell out marching orders for the new Hollywood.

      I decided to take time off from work to focus on the project and flew to New York to bounce my ideas off David. We worked together intensely for over a week, discussing and testing every aspect of the pattern, tugging and adjusting the language here and there. David was extremely helpful with thinking of classic movie examples to illustrate the thousand possible variations on the Twelve Stages.

      When we had worn out his VCR looking at old movies, I went back to L.A. to write up the memo that I called “A Practical Guide to the Hero with a Thousand Faces,” the famous or infamous seven-page structure guide that soon began infiltrating Hollywood story culture. (You'll find it reproduced in Chapter 6.)

      I sent the first copy to McKenna, and then started handing it out to my story analyst friends and to key Disney executives. “Interesting,” was all that most people said, at first. But I knew, I sensed somehow, that I was on to something. I had the vision that copies of The Memo were like little robots, moving out from the studio and into the jet stream of Hollywood thinking, all on their own. Fax machines had just been invented and I envisioned copies of The Memo flying all over town, and that's exactly what happened.

      Feedback suggested I had hit a nerve. I heard young executives buzzing about it, telling their friends СКАЧАТЬ