Spent most of the day going through the tapes we recorded when I was traveling with mom, grandma and diana shooting danville, greensboro and raleigh. It was draining to listen to them. Everyone was trying so hard in so many different ways and yet we were running into obstacles (some of memory, some of developmental changes in the layout of the cities). It wore on everyones nerves. Makes for good drama for the film, but leaves me feeling sad. Sad for how frustrated mom felt. Sad that grandma and Diana had to mediate. Sad that I put them through such a difficult experience. However, in the end everyone has said they appreciated being able to be on the trip. Seeing the locations meant a lot to them. I think its just taking these instances in isolation and listening to them out of context that is hard.
At any rate - as an interesting end to the day I went to see Capote with Andre, Kaspar and Sabine tonight. PSH was amazing I we all greatly enjoyed the film, but I left feeling yet even more overwhelmed by my thesis. Nonfiction is just a complicated beast. You don't want to exploit anyone, but its inevitable on some level and the "truth" never actually translates because once one person takes hold of the story it will be edited to their liking. Distortion, creative liberties, lame attempts at pretending to have answers...
Oh, its so time for Buffy.