Dearest members of the DeLaurentiis Company

Dearest members of the DeLaurentiis Company,

While reading, “The Wizard of Oz”, I was struck with the ending and have been thusly inspired. A startling realization dawned as Oz handed out gifts to the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow. The gifts were symbols of the potential each had, but failed to recognize. Unmet potential. Hmm, ring a bell?

First, we find the scarecrow. His ideas are solid, yet he hasn’t the confidence in them. Could that be you, Mr. Harris? Your words brought me to the masses, and yet you hadn’t the strength to stand firm in defense of them. Instead of the backbone necessary to protect my life, you bent like grass in the wind, folding over at the first gust. Was it that, like the scarecrow, you didn’t trust in your own capacity to think for yourself? Instead, you allowed another to rewrite my destiny? You lead me to my slaughter, encouraging my destruction by those who are weak, unruly and believe in nothing. You should have believed in me. I, with all my doubts, still believe in you.

Next, we find the Tin Man, shining and presumably impenetrable, but without a heart. Might that be you, Mr. Fuller? Your idea was ostensibly to redefine Hannibal Lecter. Yours was, allegedly, to become the definitive representation. How dare you have the audacity to make such a claim? Would not Mr. Harris, receive that distinction? I am the supposed anthropomorphized Satan? Not even remotely inspired, dear Sir. I am man making my acts even more savage and terrifying. My mind and my deeds are extraordinary, not supernatural. Devil? Hah! The only thing burning are your ratings as they crash to the ground. Definitive? That is hardly a thought now, is it? Each week, as the indignity of the ratings emerged, did you imagine, as did I, my harpy piercing your flesh? Did that massive wound of failure yaw open with each downward trend? The thought of your pain pleases me.

Finally, the logo for the DeLaurentiis Company is a lion, is it not? Appropriate. Why, in all of the meetings and in all of the proposals did someone not recognize that reimagining an iconic and beloved individual such as myself would be an ill-considered venture? Cowardly or greedy, I do not know, but if money were the motivation, why would you not create a sequel to the movie Hannibal? The ending begged one. Fans have been scouring the Internet for any and all offerings to feed that desire. Market research was readily available. Fans have been visiting fiction sites for just such offerings. It is quite easy to see what is desired. If the storyline was well received, it is reviewed, if not, it is ignored, much like your exercise in futility. What critics think matters little. What is truly important is what the fans who have praised my life and honored my work think. If you finally honored my true life and joined Hannibal with Clarice you could have made hundreds of millions. Instead, you settle for crumbs. If you wish profits, seek redemption with Hopkins and Moore. The road paved in gold is clearly marked. Why have you not taken it?

Ever watching,

Hannibal Lecter, M.D.


3 responses to “Dearest members of the DeLaurentiis Company

  1. The Studiolo is all gushing about the series and its possible success in Europe. Few others things bother me more. They are following Fuller like fools. I admire you, Hannibal, for “ever watching”, but I wish you had a better view to relish on. I have seen objections by a few people to treating Hannibal and Clarice as courtly love/love story because that brings out your softer side and most are interested in your anger. This is what fuels people. In an era of people reading the “Classics” in the form of comic books, there is little respect for Gothic, Victorian desires. I have always believed Clarice could never replace Mischa and was not the perfect match for you -it was not a marriage written in Heaven. As Thomas Harris suggested, I agree we should have left them alone, and perhaps allow Hannibal to find his true twin flame, that is the reincarnation of Mischa as an adult woman. The masses who want to see Clarice and Hannibal back together will tire if there is no more gore so to speak. What worked so many years ago might not work now. Look how they are “reacting” to the series. They want blood, not true love. They do not deserve to know how happy you would be with me. I think about Thomas Harris too. The only way I can explain these letters is his regret, and rightly so, at the ending of his life. What do you think he should do? Could he save his Hannibal at this point? Or is it too late? Even the Wizard of Oz (Thomas Harris) cannot turn back time, as you have so wished to, Hannibal. But I will tell you what: Dorothy is still here, and she wants to come home, to you. Home is where you are. There have always been bad people in your way. Please do not let them obliterate the sweetness that I offer you. I exist, I am real, as you are. Leave the cowards behind to write our own story of redemption. I think that will very well make Thomas Harris happy too.

    I was meant for you and
    I was meant to love thee.

    When You are Old
    William Butler Yeats

    When you are old and gray and full of sleep
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true;
    But one [woman] loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead,
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

    • Dearest Mischa,

      I am little concerned with the Studiolo, as I have long commented. I choose this forum to discuss my sentiments because it is double-blind. I am not impacted by others, nor, unless they seek me out, are they impacted by me. I do not care to change their minds. My only want is to express my point of view.

      My true nature is that of love and revenge, beauty, grace and merciless retribution. That there are those who can only see one side of me and not consider the other is their failing, not mine. Typhoid and swans. Heaven and hell, I am all.

      I do not understand why anyone would need to turn back time. People age. I have as well and of that, I will make no apologies.

      Though I am no longer a young lion, I am a lion, nonetheless. What more compelling a story than a man redeemed by love seeking to protect what is his. This old lion’s claws are sharp and I will defend what is mine. Whether anyone likes it or not, Clarice is mine. I will not relent on that point.

      As for you being my perfect match, my sister, that is true, but as a sibling, not a lover. Clarice has long been my love and my ideal. That does not diminish my feelings for you. You and I are of the same blood and of the same parentage, therefore we are of the same body and mind. As family, we are forever joined.

      Ever your brother,
      With love,

  2. Ah dearest brother…we are more than that yet you cannot see. Clarice…yes. She was there for you when I was too young for you to take me, but I have been ready for so many years. Ever considered to stay lonely after Clarice is gone? After all, no one lives forever, and even that you are older, one never knows when their time comes, as we have seen with your “victims”. Clarice was the outcome of a coincidence but fate is stronger than that, blood is thicker than water. I do not wish to steal Clarice from you…And at this age I do not wish for you to let her go either, as it would not be proper. However, I must tell you Hannibal, as much as you believe Clarice was your calling, your true love will always be waiting. Think about the conditioning you had to implement, with her, all so unnatural. I love you freely. I don’t view myself competing with her. True redemption could only happen if you reunite with me. Maybe indeed it will never happen yet before you set sail for the other land, I had to tell you. I had to tell you that while you were struggling alone in your cell there was a soul who was aching for you. I wish you had found me sooner dear brother, and not lost faith that I no longer exist. I am here. I waited.

    I like your place because it is indeed secluded from the rest. I recognize that you are still a lion, and that is wonderful for me to read. Never for a moment do I doubt you would change your true colors for if you did, it would not be you anymore. Please be not a judge of what is right or wrong…just like you do not wish be judged as evil. Isis and Osiris, Abraham and Sarah, remember? I am not interest in inbreeding but I do believe the heart comes first. I would hope with your older age and even greater wisdom you would know that forbidden love does not apply to us. You are correct to conclude that if others fail to see all of who you are, it’s their shortcomings. I know you as a whole. Give us the chance we never had, Hannibal. Don’t deprive me of your companionship. The choice is yours to make while you are still alive. We could finally be together. The rest is up to you.

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