Turns out, Jeremy Irons read and liked the script! Now that doesn't mean the film will ever happen - still, nice to know.
As I was deep in the story I chose to spend more time in the world of Barnaby Smith ... and ended up turning it into a novel. A wonderfully rich experience that I wrote about here.
For now, here's the brief opening of Barnaby Smith, the story of a man who wanted to fly like a bird.
“Why do you want to fly, Barnaby?”
“Why do you want to breathe?”
Their question and his reply, another question, the same over the years. Many years. Nothing ever changed, nothing was learned, nothing was understood, nothing was bettered. Barnaby Smith remained Barnaby Smith, the man who wanted to fly. A man just slightly set apart from the rest of the human race. An enigma, locked away for his own safety at St. Joseph’s Hospital, Brooklyn, New York.
Nobody knew where Barnaby Smith had came from. He was found, tightly bundled in a stained linen cloth, on the doorsteps of the Angel Guardian Home for Little Children. A dozen pigeons stood around and on top of the bundle, cooing. Sparrows flew loops, swooped low and soared high as if to entertain. When a nun discovered the baby, she first noticed the smile. Little hands reaching up to the sky and swaying as if they were wings in the wind.
A baby, a cloth – nothing else. A closer look at the cloth did reveal one more thing, a company tag stitched into the seam that read “Finest linen by Barnaby Smith & Co.” Upon investigating, the home’s administrator found no such company.
The linen was disposed of, the name and the baby remained. And so that smiling baby, that odd baby that never seemed to cry, was named Barnaby Smith.