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I’m not even sure the author gets what is going on in this narrative. I’ve seen the movie and then read the book. The movie’s distance really captures what is going on, the comment on consumer society: as merely because you own something doesn’t mean you’ll ever possess it, let alone understand it.

That being: Beauty. That’s what in this book everyone is trying to possess and understand. The woman possesses beauty but doesn’t own it. The writer understands it but doesn’t own or possess it. And the producer owns it but doesn’t understand or possess it.

All of them fail to understand the nature of Beauty. If you understand it you understand it can't be owned or possessed. It's a time, like a wave one night cresting that you see for the first time on the beach that you’ve walked on for years and the moon shows you a light on the water mixed with feeling of sand in your toes that only lasts a heartbeat, and a second breath. That’s what they hold in contempt, seemingly. Beauty. But they do so because they don’t understand its nature, and thus it becomes destructive, something to be wary of, even not want, or even sadly� hold in contempt.