CURIOUSLY, the best movie about the incel (involuntarily celibate) phenomenon is sixty years old– Alfred Hitchcock‘s classic, Vertigo. The lead character, Scottie Ferguson, played by James Stewart, is obsessed with the wife (Kim Novak) of industrialist Gavin Elster (Tom Helmore). I don’t want to give away a complex plot. I’ll just say that Gavin is the successful alpha male juggling women, while Scottie is a troubled loner on the outside, searching for unattainable perfection which he can never have.
Director Alfred Hitchcock himself was something of an incel, though married– continually crushing on impossibly unreachable actresses like Grace Kelly and Tippi Hedren. Living vicariously through his films– Vertigo revealing much.
OR, IS THIS SOMETHING HOLLYWOOD SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT?
DID successful male author Dave Eggers crib the work of female writer Kate Losse for his novel The Circle, which became this past year a mainstream Hollywood movie? It’s a question that was asked by Jezebel writer Katie J.M. Baker in 2013, in this article.
Eggers reacted by stating that he’d done no research for his book, period. The entire thing, details and plot included, popped full-blown into his head one afternoon. Similarities to Kate Losse’s book pure coincidence.
While Losse’s case might’ve been a bit of a stretch– at least, there wasn’t enough for a lawsuit– the case is indicative of the power mentality of well-placed men which is now under widespread assault. Eggers stone-walled, denying everything. He in effect said, “Go ahead. Make my day.” Daring the relatively powerless Losse to take him on.
In full disclosure, I clashed with Mr. Eggers myself in the early part of last decade, on a number of points. I know his ability to shut down, to put out of business, any journalist or writer who opposes him. A couple individuals who butt heads with him soon became virtual nonpersons, never to be heard from again.
Image is important to Dave Eggers. Given his carefully-manufactured good-guy persona, it’s everything. Yet he’s never hesitated in the past to appropriate from any and every available avenue in the pursuit of that image. One example was his accepting a “Firecracker” Alternative Book Award in 2001 for Best Zine, for the well-staffed-and-funded slick publication McSweeney’s. (One of the matters I and DIY friends disagreed with him on. There was nothing alternative about McSweeney’s or Eggers, and never has been.) I could mention other instances.
What’s the bottom line? Is it the corruption of power? Is it that the ruthless kind of personality which enables men or women to achieve great things also makes them unable to pull back from that steamroller mindset? Is it a question of entitlement– which many writers admittedly have? That the entire world and all its peoples exist as material for them?