This Week on The Diviners: Madison Doesn’t Know What to Wear, Minivan Seeks The Next Level
How many times has this happened to you? A staff meeting is addressed by a new hire, a total stranger, a man of vision? There is no topic, no agenda, no preannouncement, no bill of lading, placard, notizia to anchor said staff meeting, to ground it somewhere in nanoturf’s sacred bifurcation? Wisdom flows from the milk and honeyed tongue of the newcomer, full attention to the front of the room, disquiet, unsettling spasms of low impulse magnetic waves threatening stagnant careers? Then you know what I’m talking about.
Better read The Diviners. See it happen as Minivan calls impromptu late afternoon session. Poor Madison, whose promising lunch with the Mormon has left her behind the curve, at least in her estimation, although, lacking perspective, like everyone in staff meetings, is left to contemplate the mystery of her nails? Not the complexity of her wardrobe choice nor the linear flow of Ranjeer’s enchantment can stabilize Madison in the bitter flux of the here and now, where fortunes turn on the whim and drift of corporate focus.
Yeah, Madison, we’re talking miniseries. Sneer if you like, sneer at your peril, climb out of the Yellow Cab you think you’re riding in long enough to dial in to a Punjabi vision of how it oughta be in show business. Miniseries. Naked as a Thornbird, center field, Old Timers Day, worst nightmare, cell phone registering no bars. Here and now becomes now and then, the focus blurs, knowledge of Mormon custom and practice sadly lacking in your hour of need.
Madison is on the ropes.