Oh, sure, there may be legitimate reasons, but let’s not overlook the most important one: The Fords as a political dynasty are going to make someone the most entertaining book every written about goings-on in Tennessee. Ever. Hands down, if done right, it will become a classic of American Literature. Don’t doubt me. I knew a play about a vibrator would be awesome and look!
But here’s the thing. Right now, the story basically goes “There were the Fords of Memphis. They had a tremendous rise to political power. Then they had an enormous and often hilarious and mortifying fall from grace.” But what comes of it? What good are the side families and the drug problems and the shootings and the funeral homes and the indictments? Is this a tragedy or a story of one man’s triumph over and place-taking-in his family? And until we know what Jr. makes of his life, we can’t know the shape the story takes.
And me? I’m a fan of ludicrousness followed by salvation.
So, that’s what I’m hoping for.