Mario’s Interdependence-Day film
which really started out as just a kids’ adaptation of The ONANtiad, a four-hour piece of tendentiously anticonfluential political parody long since dismissed as minor Incandenza by his late father’s archivists.
Context
Every Interdependence Day the whole Academy gathers after supper to watch the dead founder's work brought back to life by his most damaged son. Mario's puppet film is an adaptation of The ONANtiad, one of Himself's pieces "long since dismissed as minor Incandenza" by the archivists who curate the man's ghost — and the disabled boy who cannot grip a racquet has taken that discarded vision, done the puppet-work with his S-shaped arms, and made of it the one thing on the grounds people actually love. The founder presides over his own school annually, in effigy, through the child, his rejected art the occasion for the community's warmest ritual. The dead patriarch reanimated at the seat of the family enterprise is about as Hamlet-shaped as a puppet show gets.