You Can Handle The Truth

I've been a fan of situation comedies my entire life. I love to laugh and I like that whatever trouble the characters get themselves into always resolves itself by the end of the story. I have, however, become sensitive over the years to the types of troubles sit-com writers sometimes dream up for their characters - in particular, the trouble that would end if only the character would tell the truth.

It's a fairly common story trope. The son dents his father's new sports car and spends the episode keeping the father occupied while he tries to get it fixed. Or the girlfriend forgets to pick up the tickets to the Knicks game and must spend the episode desperately trying to secure seats to that night's game. No matter how outlandish the characters' schemes to hide their mistakes may be, these stories always lack a certain dramatic tension. As a viewer I know from word one that in the episode's final scene the truth will be revealed and all will be forgiven.

In the writers' defense, this is perhaps the most realistic situation in situation comedies. I speak from experience. Several years ago I thought I might self-publish a little collection of essays about writing. To do so, I would need an ISBN, a thirteen-digit code used by booksellers and publishers to identify the book. It is, in many ways, the book's real title. ISBNs are not free. I learned this when I went on Bowker's website. Bowker is to the ISBN what Ingram is to books. I was stunned to learn how much ISBNs cost. They cost so much I considered checking with my wife first to see if this was really such a good idea. But I didn't. This was my book, after all. In a rush, I grabbed my credit card and hit "Purchase."

An hour later I was chatting with customer service at Amazon's Createspace. "Oh, ISBNs are free," he told me, "if you just want to publish on Amazon." I'd intended from the start to just publish on Amazon. I hung up the phone and moaned. I'd done it again. In my marriage, the knock on Bill is that he doesn't shop around enough. If my wife, Jen, doesn't like one store's price she always looks elsewhere first before buying. I don't like this approach. I find it tedious. Yet here was proof, it seemed to me, of just how very wrong my approach was.

"I won't tell her," I thought. "No. I can't tell her. I pay all the bills. She never has to know." I do not keep secrets from Jen. There's no need. Jen and I have both made our mistakes, lost our tempers, blamed the other for what wasn't their fault, and all these transgressions have been forgiven. Forgiveness was the really the foundation of our marriage. Or it had been, at least. In my mind, it was as if I'd had an affair.

As it turned out, I found a small publisher for the book. I asked the publisher about ISBNs. "I got lots of 'em!" he said. The book was published and I forgot about the purchase. Years went by and, as sometimes happens, the publisher folded. The rights reverted back to me, and I decided to self-publish it. "What a hassle," I thought. "Now I'm going to need an ISBN." It was at that moment that I remembered that I already had one waiting for me on Bowker. It had been so long since I'd bought it that it felt free.

That night after dinner I told Jen that I had a story I needed to tell her. She thought it was a very funny story. Jen, by the way, is also a fan of situation comedies.

You can learn more about William at williamkenower.com.