My daughter has actually commissioned me to write a story for her wedding. I’ve done this now. It fits the three to four minutes she said she wanted it to fit. I’ve called it “Five Phone Calls.” It’s the story of that day when Stoo phoned to ask for Martin’s numbers and it went through my mind that he was going to do something incredibly old-fashioned. Well, he did. It was a slightly tense time, and tension is always a good theme for a story.
Is that the height of success and should I be proud? Being commissioned to write for a wedding – being commissioned, in fact, by my harshest critic.
Would Adorno call it committed art?