Warning: Lack of Good TV Reduces Blogger to Heavyhanded Food Metaphors
I'm not dealing well with this whole no-new-Veronica Mars thing. Even though the show's airing of new episodes has never been consistent, this latest hiatus gnaws unfairly at me. Maybe it's because of the last episode's cliffhanger ending. Maybe it's the promise that after this long stretch of bleakness, the show will run undisturbed through the end of the season. Maybe I'm just bitter about FOUR WEEKS of reruns. Pick a number.
But I'm coping, as best I can. It helps that I discovered, via the TWOP interview with creator Rob Thomas, that while Rob Thomas is not the same Rob Thomas who headlines Matchbox 20, he IS the same Rob Thomas who wrote one of my all-time favorite young adult novels, Rats Saw God, which I reread this weekend in search of that deeply savvy high school insight. It also helps that there's another book by Thomas that I was able to order used and cheap. And that TWOP interview did me some good, too.
But that doesn't make this part, the waiting for new episodes, any easier. I can often describe TV in terms of food metaphors: Alias tastes great because it's so trashy and bad; West Wing is solid and heavy -- you can't watch it all at once.
But Mars is solid, intriguing, a delight for the palate and deeply satisfying for the gut. I always have fun, and I never feel guilty about it. It's such great television. It's delicious.