Twin Peaks Again

There have been many attempts to do something new in the detective fiction genre. Dashiell Hammett, for example, invented the attractive woman killer. The detective has been  made the killer. Everyone on the train killed someone together, and so on. TWIN PEAKS was a TV series in which the killer was finally identified, but I can't remember who it was. The killer didn't matter. The show mixed in a lot of ominous fantasy and magic and dream sequences and soap opera. This odd approach generated analyses from some critics, who offered esoteric, entertaining rubbish as deep insights into our "real" and vicious nature. 

After 25 years, the  show has returned for its third season. Again there are many weird sounds (the director is hard of hearing, I understand). Many characters seem to have speech impediments. 

The show seems appropriate for the age of Trump, to whom reality has not mattered.

David Lynch, the director, is apparently someone who works instinctively. In a sense this show of mixed genres will go nowhere deliberately. It will be a series of striking scenes, a slice of life in a make-believe universe. In general what we like about fiction is that (unlike our universe) it means something. Fiction adds up. It has meaningful conclusions. You won't find meaning in TWIN PEAKS. 

If you ponder unrelated events long enough, you may begin to hallucinate connections. Or you can watch the show as I do, as meaningless entertainment designed to give you a few jolts.