A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)
This realization prompts a moment of melancholy. How sad, after all, that “so few people from an affluent background are willing to take upon themselves the hazards of real, open-ended downward mobility” in order to produce the daring, unpopular novels they could write instead of the conventional unpopular ones they do.
This is slightly more thought provoking than the author gives it credit for being. What else is a “hater” but the voice of the negative superego, the perverse aspect of the conservative social order placing impossible demands on the writer. It is not enough to accept one’s failures - writing as a sort of morbid practice, an act of doomed stupidity - but one must fail spectacularly in order to gain the approval of this wrathful unseen and unknowable father figure - the writer’s ideal who is in fact the ideal writer; a master of the symbolic order.
Alfred Hitchcock & François Truffaut photographed by Philippe Halsman, 1962.