{"id":283,"date":"2005-02-09T09:10:22","date_gmt":"2005-02-09T17:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sixsquare.com\/?p=283"},"modified":"2005-02-09T09:10:22","modified_gmt":"2005-02-09T17:10:22","slug":"palace-of-silver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sixsquare.com\/index.php\/palace-of-silver\/","title":{"rendered":"palace of silver"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sixsquare.com\/blog\/images\/0205\/sanford_1.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>On January 27, 2002 I met John Sanford.<\/p>\n<p>It is a cool Sunday, overcast and gloomy. I&#8217;d read his novel, The People From Heaven back when Andrew Davis was looking for something to develop by a Santa Barbara writer. The book, an experimental novel about a black woman named America coming to a hostile New England town, still resonates for me today.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to see him about <a href=\"http:\/\/psych.fullerton.edu\/jmearns\/maggie.htm\">Maggie: A Love Story<\/a>, a little thing I picked up at Leon&#8217;s Bookstore in San Luis Obispo. It&#8217;s a lovely valentine to his wife <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/name\/nm0731387\/\">Maguerite Roberts<\/a>, who died in 1989. At one time, she was one of the highest paid screenwriters in Hollywood. The year she died was the year I moved to Santa Barbara. He wrote Maggie the year after her death, and when I read it I realize that their story would make a beautiful movie. Charlotte, my agent at the time, tracks him down and writes him a letter. She gets a positive response from him so I place a phone call. The conversation goes something like this:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Is this Mr. Sanford?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;My name is Will Keightley.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, I seem to remember hearing that name recently.&#8221; I told him where he&#8217;d heard it and he asked, &#8220;What can I do for you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So I launched into a stammered summary about how I&#8217;d read The People From Heaven and just loved it and blah blah blah and then told him just why the hell I was on his phone line. &#8220;I&#8217;d love to try and turn Maggie: A Love Story into a movie.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So he suggested we meet at his place at 11:00 on Sunday. &#8220;I&#8217;m finished writing by then,&#8221; he said, &#8220;I&#8217;m still writing, you know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know. You just finished a new novel.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He laughed. &#8220;I&#8217;m 98 years old. I still have a few weeks left. So I&#8217;m still writing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now I&#8217;m finally sitting in his living room. He&#8217;s a small man, with a shock of gray hair and incredibly sharp eyes. He admits right off the bat that he never imagined someone would want to turn their story into a movie. I tell him that I think it&#8217;s wonderfully cinematic, and the love that he shared with Maggie so profound that I thought it just begged to be a movie.<\/p>\n<p>So he shrugs and then proceeds to tell me, over the next three hours, just why he was so in love with Miss Maggie.<\/p>\n<p>He likes the idea of a movie, he admits at last, though necessary financial considerations would have to be addressed before I could work on something like that. I understand perfectly, and I tell him that some of my other projects threaten to give me a financial boost. I promise to get in touch when that happens and we part ways.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, I&#8217;m still coming around to that financial thing. I&#8217;m under the gun, in a way. He was 98 when I met him. He must be a hundred and one now. Curious about recent news about Sanford I Google him this morning. Of course, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.guardian.co.uk\/obituaries\/story\/0,3604,917672,00.html\">this is what I get<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>He died two years ago. I&#8217;m surprised. I knew he wasn&#8217;t a popular writer, depsite all the critical acclaim he received, but I thought I&#8217;d have heard about it in my travels. This depresses me.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sixsquare.com\/blog\/images\/0205\/sanford_2.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>But I so want to write that story&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On January 27, 2002 I met John Sanford. It is a cool Sunday, overcast and gloomy. I&#8217;d read his novel, The People From Heaven back when Andrew Davis was looking for something to develop by a Santa Barbara writer. 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