Answered Prayers: Kate McCloud

Boaty (the narrator) is invited to a dinner with Tallulah Bankhead, Dorothy Parker and Estelle Winwood. The dinner is given for Monty Clift after "Red River" is a hit. They are all drunk at the dining table and Monty passes out at the table:

   Miss Parker did something so curious it attracted everyone's attention; it even silenced Miss Bankhead.  With tears in her eyes, Miss Parker was touching Clift's hypnotized face, her stubby fingers tenderly brushing his brow, his cheekbones, his lips, chin.  Miss Bankhead said: "Damn it Dottie. Who do you think you are?  Helen Keller?"
   "He's so beautiful," murmured Miss Parker.  "Sensitive.  So finely made.  The most beautiful young man I've ever seen.  What a pity he's a cocksucker."  Then, sweetly, wide-eyed with little girl naivete, she said: "Oh.  Oh dear.  Have I said something wrong?  I mean, he is a cocksucker, isn't he, Tallulah?"
   Miss Bankhead said: "Well, d-d-darling, I r-r-really wouldn't know.  He's never sucked my cock."

Southern Gothic

Though I was unable to attend our March 5 discussion of Coleman Dowell's notorious 1977 novel, Too Much Flesh and Jabez, I did recently finish it. So I am taking the liberty of sharing a capsule review, in hopes it will encourage others who have read the book but were not at the meeting to do likewise.

While I found large chunks of the novel confusing and frustrating, I'm still glad I read it. I might even reread it at some point down the (country) road, if only to try to figure out some of what the author was aiming for. But the lurid promise of the title, so vividly expressed by the cover art on the edition we read, was not really fulfilled—though, upon reflection, that might be a good thing for those like me who have recently experienced cardiovascular issues! 

Beyond that, I would add that Dowell's setting and approach remind me quite a bit of the French-American author Julien Green (1900-1998).  It's been nearly 20 years since I read his Each Man in His Darkness, which I found in the remainders section of the 19th Street Olsson's Bookstore alongside his less impressive Moira.  I still remember being caught up the feverish world of the former novel, and feeling both disappointed and relieved to reach its end. 

Though I wouldn't recommend either book to someone not already well-versed in, and appreciative of, Southern Gothic literature, Green's style does fall into the well-worn category of "If you like that kind of thing, this is the kind of thing you'll like!" 

Which, come to think of it, might be a fitting comment about Dowell, as well.   

Cheers, Steve

India: You're Criminal If Gay

Vikram Seth's mother, a justice herself, comments on India's "high" court misruling last month.

Mail (Male) Call

Greetings, Colleagues--

As I mentioned last month, I am now sending periodic e-mail notifications of upcoming Bookmen meetings and other events from my personal address rather than work.  That change has generated many more error messages and bouncebacks than I normally get, so please let me know (by clicking on the link in the right-hand column of the blog that says "Steve") if you are no longer receiving those messages.  (The last one went out Jan. 30.)  Ditto if your e-mail address has changed or you no longer wish to be on the mailing list.

Thanks!

Cheers,
Steve Honley
Semi-Benevolent Facilitator
Bookmen DC

John Waters on books as gifts

Greetings, Colleagues--

Several weeks after the fact, I happened upon a New York Times Q&A ("Season's Greetings, with a Wink") with John Waters that contained the following bon mot (among others):

WHAT KIND OF GIFTS DO YOU GIVE?

I always give books. And I always ask for books. I think you should reward people sexually for getting you books. Don’t send a thank-you note, repay them with sexual activity. If the book is rare or by your favorite author or one you didn’t know about, reward them with the most perverted sex act you can think of. Otherwise, you can just make out.

No comment!  Cheers, Steve

dopey while freezing

Steve asks me to post this item that Robert has run across while reading The Leonard Bernstein Letters:

A rather nice précis of Seven Middagh. Editor Nigel Simeone claims this letter documents their "earliest contact" in what turned out to be a long, fruitful collaboration and that the misspelling "Brittle" is a "humorous reference" for Britten. The letter certainly contradicts Sherill Tippins' claim in February House that the Bowles brought Smith into the house (rather than vice versa).

Madame Zilinsky

This is who Madame Zilinsky reminded me of …  [click here!]