I’m thrilled to announce that my novels After the Flare and Nigerians in Space were optioned by a major film company! This milestone is a huge vote of confidence in my writing, along with my 2018 Philip K. Dick Special Citation for After the Flare.
At the moment I can’t disclose too many details, but watch this space. The best way to help get my work onto the big screen is to buy my books, enjoy them, and tell your friends.
Thanks to everyone who has helped make this moment come to fruition — you know who you are.
Last week I had an opportunity to watch an advanced screening of Michael Grandage’s new film Genius as a member of PEN America, the literary and human rights organization. I find screening rooms comfortable, but odd — you’re not allowed to bring food or drinks into the room, which I learned the hard way when I first came to New York after a reviewer berated me for munching on a pretzel. (It was a soft pretzel, but it came in aluminum foil that crinkled too loud for his liking. Plus I popped a can of Coke.)
Genius depicts the relationship between legendary book editor Max Perkins (played by Colin Firth) and the author Thomas Wolfe (Jude Law.) At the time they worked together, Perkins was also the editor for literary giants Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Over the course of the film, Max Perkins manages to wrangle the firehose of Thomas Wolfe’s words into readable narratives, turning him into a national bestseller. The editor neglects his own family to put up with Wolfe’s pomposity and “genius” until the author’s death by tuberculosis at the young age of 37.
I’ll confess up front that I had never even heard of Thomas Wolfe’s novel Look Homeward, Angel, despite having devoured numerous works by Ernest Hemingway, and despite reading several books by the other Tom Wolfe.  As an author, it’s wonderful to learn about an important literary pioneer and prose stylist. For that, I’m grateful.
But I tend to dislike films about writers because they drag out the writer’s self-destruction or they attempt to portray some brilliant spark of creativity that is wholly unbelievable.
Yes, genius happens and should be enjoyed, but genius is a thick, brooding door with enough locks to please the goblins of Gringotts Bank. Unless you’re a wizard, you can’t get in.
I would argue that in reality the most dramatic struggle in many writers’ daily lives is whether or not to leave their laptop on the table at a busy coffee shop when going to the bathroom. (Can that guy be trusted?)
If the film Genius had solely depicted Thomas Wolfe, I would have bought a soft pretzel and a can of Coke — or maybe one of those San Pellegrino Limonata’s, I’ve grown up —and belched until the reviewers pelted me with their iPhones.
Genius is about an editor
But the genius of Genius is that it celebrates the role of an editor, the under-appreciated, mythical artisan who hones manuscripts into works of beauty that also satisfy market forces.
In the film, Max Perkins’ talent is revealed through his use of a red pencil to copyedit Thomas Wolfe’s book on daily commutes home to Connecticut. The closest we see to structural editing, however, occurs when Perkins forces Wolfe to “kill his darlings” during a long walk to the train station. The moment is ripe with tension — Wolfe scratching out passage after passage — and the tension dissipates far too easily for my liking — why not have them fight about it? Why not have a good ol’ Asheville dust-up?— but the scene still acknowledges the vital role an editor can play.
So much success, whether in sports, finance, or in fashion, is determined on the margins, and editors can make that essential difference between a dud and a hit. We should learn more about them.
Moreover, editors constantly sublimate their will to the expression of their authors, as the film shows: in a rare moment of vulnerability, Max Perkins shares his fear with Thomas Wolfe that he never knows whether his editing will make a work better or, worse, not make any difference at all.
Genius makes us all editors
Watching a film about a book editor also makes you consider how you wouldedit the film itself differently. Genius is not as post-modern (or meta) as Charlie Kaufman’s 2002 film Adaptation — a high water mark in this genre — butGenius reminds you, as the viewer, that this narrative, too, about Thomas Wolfe and Max Perkins, was the result of editorial choices and market forces. In the most telling example from the Q&A after the film screening last week with the director Michael Grandage and author Scott Berg , Grandage described how Colin Firth knew Scott Berg’s biography of Max Perkins perhaps a little too well, limiting Firth’s desire to experiment with certain interpretations of the role.
Jivey, jazzy, Jeff
What would I do differently if I were the editor of Genius? On a superficial level, I would probably have cast the scene in the Harlem jazz club differently. In the scene, Thomas Wolfe tips the bandleader to show Max Perkins how a simple song can be riffed on and turned into a dance number. He then gets drunk and fondles some black “working girls” at the bar.
Wouldn’t it have been far more effective if a black person had explained how jazz improvisation worked to the two white patrons, even if Thomas Wolfe might not have really have had any black friends who could do so? I’m thinking editorial choices and market forces again here: This would have given a black actor a coveted opportunity to shine on screen with bankable Hollywood stars and removed the paternalism and the colonialist search for the primitive from the scene. (I have no comment on the “working girls” Thomas Wolfe declares he will buy other than they do not move the story along.)
I wasn’t the only one who reacted in this way. The movie makes you think like an editor. You can’t help but reshape the story in your own way. After the screening, I met authors who were experts on Thomas Wolfe’s work, and their critiques related to his style (“he wrote purple prose”) to the fact that even Nicole Kidman couldn’t make lemonade out of a sour minor role. The best part about these conversations was that we didn’t have to make the film, we could just edit it in our minds.
Cosplay can show us the way
As a writer, watching Genius is like seeing well-intentioned, but poorly executed cosplay at a Comicon. The plastic armor may have chinks in it, or the fake mustache may be peeling off, but at least you’re trying and you’re a part of the community. We love you for it and hope you’ll come back next year with a better costume.
Deji Bryce Olukotun is the author of Nigerians in Space, a book out now from Unnamed Press. @dejiridoo
 You may be confused, as I was for a long time, about Thomas Wolfe’s name. There is another author named Tom Wolfe who is a damned good writer, to use the parlance of Hemingway. He wrote The Right Stuff and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and lots of other well received books. Tom Wolfe was only 7 years old when Thomas Wolfe died.
I’m getting excited for the new film Jurassic Park World. I’m an admirer of Michael Crichton, so much so that I published a piece in the New York Review of Science Fiction called How to Write Your Own Jurassic Park.
I’ll admit that the poster of actor Chris Pratt riding a motorcycle with a pack of velociraptors does not inspire confidence. Why? First, it’s dangerous to ride a motorcycle without a helmet. Second, a helmet would protect him from deadly velociraptor attacks. And third (this is the one that I fear the most), it may be that his character has tamed the animals somehow with an embedded chip (the Internet of Dinosaurs) and for some reason, some completely ridiculous reason, they are now running beside him and following his orders with the docility of bloodhounds.
But this photo, of a mosasaurus eating a great white shark, does get me excited.