When I first came to Hollywood I was hired by a powerful producer to write a major motion picture. After contracts were signed, I sat down with the producer and his staff and we talked about the script. The producer suggested a specific date for delivery of the first draft.
“Sorry, that’s Rosh Hashanah.”
The producer sighed wearily and suggested another date.
“Um, sorry, that’s Yom Kippur.”
The producer gave another date.
“Succos, ” I said.
The producer said: “That’s what I get for hiring a Jew in early Autumn.”
“But Fred, you’re Jewish.”
“Yeah, but I don’t let it interfere with my work.”
“I’ll have the draft on time, Fred, just not on those specific dates. You have my word.”
But I understood that no matter how good a script I wrote — and I wrote a fine screenplay — the project was doomed because my relationship with this incredibly powerful producer was poisoned, and Hollywood is a business whose engine is relationships.
That’s just a long way of Seraphic Secret explaining that tonight begins the holiday of Succos and we will be offline until Wednesday. We hope our readers will, unlike Fred, understand.
We wish all our friends and relatives an inspirational and joyous Succos.