In Their Own Words: The Tuskegee Airmen Page #4

Dora, you don't under...

Why would you keep this

a secret from me?

No, it's not a secret.

These stories, they're so different

from anything you've ever done before.

It's as if you stopped hiding.

They're fuller, they're truer,

they're more honest.

There are parts of you in this novel

that I always knew were there,

but I had never seen before.

I've never...

What parts?

What parts?

All of you.

All of you, baby.

This has to be seen.

Just listen to me, okay.

You always said that all you ever

wanted to do was be a good writer.

With this, Rory,

you're a great writer.

Baby,

take it to work and show it to someone.

And if you're not gonna do it

for yourself,

then please do it for me.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Cutler.

Hey, Rory. How are you today?

Good.

Good.

Ahem. Do you have a minute?

Uh, I'm kind of busy here.

What can I do for you?

I've worked here for, uh, over two years.

I haven't asked anybody for anything.

Uh, I have a feeling you're

about to ask for a thing now.

You see, there's this novel...

And I know that you get submissions

all the time and you're very busy,

but I don't want anything

other than your opinion.

I would really appreciate it.

Days passed.

Weeks became months.

And by the time autumn arrived, Rory

had all but forgotten about the book.

Rory.

Can I help you, Mr. Cutler?

Come on in here for a second.

I'm in the middle of training...

Yeah, yeah, he'll find

his way back. Shut the door.

You know what I did last night?

On the absolute insistence of Debra,

and God knows I tried to blow her off,

I read your novel last night.

You did?

Have you, uh, shown this to anyone

else, anyone outside the agency?

No, no, you're the only one

that's seen it.

I mean, uh, outside of my wife.

What does she think?

She was the one that insisted

I show it to you.

Well, I can't wait to meet her

and thank her.

Rory, I would very much

like to represent you

and your work.

You've written

a remarkable work of fiction.

"There was no epiphany.

No sign from the gods

to point him in the right direction

like there had been in all the books

that he had loved growing up.

All he had to do was sign the contract.

The book was a unanimous

critical and commercial success."

Thank you. Hi.

"He was the darling of

the New York literary world."

The winner of this year's American

Fellowship of Arts and Letters Award,

Mr. Rory Jansen.

Let's raise a glass here

to our son, the writer.

To Rory.

To Rory.

"Rory Jansen had made his choice.

And then he met the old man."

That's, the end of part one.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Come along, people.

Give the man some breathing room.

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