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I Like to Watch: Are you there, God? TV characters turn to the Lord for answers, from Benjamin Bratt of A&E's "The Cleaner" to Holly Hunter of TNT's "Saving Grace"

in these trying times, more and more tv characters are turning to god for help, but the rest of us seek salvation where we've ever after bring about it: at the bottom of a cold bottle of beer, in between the lines of a gillian welch commotion, in the shade of a big oak tree, in the creases of the sunday new york times, in the fusty corners of our pot drawer, in youtube footage of hopeless drunks, in an formal pitcher of water on a hoof it in 100-limit heat, in the first bite of an egg mcmuffin, in an afternoon bent over-espresso break, in the summer breezes blowing in the window at eventide.

This is why TV will never provide a true salve for bad moods or existential angst or recessionary doldrums. Because TV rarely takes on the heart-rending dimensions of great fiction. On TV, there aren't enough quiet moments or spaces in between the action where a character searches for something to keep himself swimming against the tide. We don't taste the escapism of a cold sip of sake at lunchtime like we do in the pages of >Haruki Murakami, we don't encounter the poolside country club ennui of John Updike or the fickle desires and bleak regrets of Mary Gaitskill. Occasionally a TV writer like Alan Ball or David Milch or David Chase tries to capture these gaps in our experience, these divine lapses and lulls that tear us from our day-to-day lives.

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