I watched the 2015 film "Mojave" this morning. Some related remarks:
"Mojave" screenwriter William Monahan won an Oscar for "The Departed."
The opening of a book by another Hollywood author, now departed —
The Latecomers
"Nicholas Concert, a minister without particular portfolio
or flock, and once, long ago, a priest of the Roman faith,
awoke in a troubled dawn. It was the new day sensed
rather than perceptible to him in the interior blackness of
the detached truck camper. It was cold. He was tempted
to huddle in his sleeping bag awhile longer, until the sun
would rise out of the Mojave, climb the ridge and fill the
isolated desert valley. He had not slept well. His night had
been frantic with apparitions, sounds, fragments of dialogue.
It had been a long night, a terrible night, one that Concert
had thought would never end or, at its worst, that it had ended
and he had died during its passing and this was his eternal hell,
to be transfixed in this night forever, kept from his tomorrow as
Moses, flawed, had been kept from his. …"