Fran Lebowitz appears with Harvey Pekar and Mark Eitzel in Alan Zweig’s I, Curmudgeon, a “deeply personal documentary [that] offers chronic dissatisfaction as a noble philosophy.” Yay! (The film, which was released last year, will be shown at the third annual Brooklyn Underground Film Festival on Saturday, the 23rd, at 7:15 p.m.)
The chronically dissatisfied Ms. Lebowitz sat down with Peter “there’s nothing deep about depression” Kramer over the weekend to discuss writers’ block. The results were less combative than I’d hoped. (Joyce Carol Oates appeared, too, as promised, but not at the same time as Lebowitz. She said she experiences writers’ block “every morning.”)
Lebowitz revealed that she went for years without so much as entering the room where her writing desk and implements were located. She marveled at writers who claim to have writers’ block but manage to produce whole books on the subject of their crippling blockage. And she said she’s writing again now.
When pressed, she said she hopes to finish her forthcoming, very short book, Progress — a modern-day answer to Tom Paine’s Common Sense — in the next few months.