Is writing the least
glamorous glamorous job that one can hold? You may walk red carpets, mingle
with celebrities, travel round the world and earn money to make life a
comfortable experience, but in many cases remain anonymous. Without your work the
finished product doesn’t exist, yet once it does and it is out there, an
audience unfamiliar and uninterested unconsciously casts you aside with your
methods, as do a press concerned only with the ‘names’ of entertainment.
Ruby Sparks concerns itself with a rare creature, the novelist who has achieved
recognisable fame. Fame he doesn’t
necessarily crave. Yet, he is still portrayed as we expect writers to be
portrayed; an indoors type, lonely, bookish (obviously) and out of place in a
gym. Despite this stereotypical presentation, Ruby Sparks is mostly about writing, the pleasures, the
difficulties and the dreams of writers. When we meet the film’s protagonist he
is writing using a typewriter, despite this being the 21st Century;
he is anachronistic. Not just in his equipment, but also in his approach to
love, believing in the magic of romance (a magic that becomes literal).
As the film
progresses, his love of writing and of what his writing manifests reveals its
true nature, its difficulties and complications. He writes less and when he
does it is not for love of writing, but for a need to control his writing from spiralling
out of his control. By the end of the film, he has come to learn that the magic
of writing and of love does not exist in a romantic ideal somewhere located in
the past, but exists in the present where it requires work and constant
attention. He swaps his typewriter for a MacBook Pro and writes his next great
novel.