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george_salis 's review for:
The Secret History of Twin Peaks
by Mark Frost
I thought this would be a quick/fun/easy read but it turned out to be a mostly dry slog with a lot of time spent on that highly original sci-fi concept: the UFO. There were some interesting tidbits regarding undeveloped characters on the show, but those were mostly buried in the barrage of bureaucracy. This is, however, a beautifully made book and you can see that it was made with attention to detail and a love for the show. Part of the appeal of Twin Peaks, or any Lynchian enterprise for that matter, is the mystery that either totally eludes explanation or verges on some disturbing truth. This book, on the other hand, is dedicated to the opposite of mystery and is somewhat akin to a magician revealing his trick, all it turned out to be was a banal flick of the wrist. The Log Lady's tragic backstory might have been the most interesting part of the book, even though it was only a few pages or so. And am I the only one who was totally unconvinced by the voice that was supposed to be Hawk's? Perhaps I'm being too harsh.
The show, though, is not to be missed. I really enjoyed the first season and then my interest declined as the episodes were being put into the hands of others, but when Lynch and Frost returned before the end of the second season, the show regained its appeal. So there is a middle section where the show turns into an almost too serious parody of soap operas. But then words start to fail when one talks about the newest, third season. It was a transcendent experience. Lynch uses the expectations that are tied to nostalgia in amazingly creative ways. The Return season, structured in an almost anthological way, almost anti-narrative, is mesmerizing, disturbing, confusing, unpredictable, violent, subtle, beautiful, unlike anything else out there, and afterward, it literally haunted my dreams.
The show, though, is not to be missed. I really enjoyed the first season and then my interest declined as the episodes were being put into the hands of others, but when Lynch and Frost returned before the end of the second season, the show regained its appeal. So there is a middle section where the show turns into an almost too serious parody of soap operas. But then words start to fail when one talks about the newest, third season. It was a transcendent experience. Lynch uses the expectations that are tied to nostalgia in amazingly creative ways. The Return season, structured in an almost anthological way, almost anti-narrative, is mesmerizing, disturbing, confusing, unpredictable, violent, subtle, beautiful, unlike anything else out there, and afterward, it literally haunted my dreams.