“Her beauty was almost alarming in one so young.”
Speculating for The Daily…
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E. L. Doctorow once remarked that appearances are all we have, so we should treat them with great care. We are often told that privacy is disappearing, that the most intimate secrets are open to public probing. But the reality is the opposite: what is effectively disappearing is public space, with its attendant dignity. Cases abound in our daily lives in which not telling all is the proper thing to do. In the film Baisers volés, Delphine Seyrig explains to her young lover the difference between politeness and tact: “A visiting gentleman accidentally opens a bathroom door and discovers a woman completely nude. He quickly takes a step back, closes the door, and says: ‘Pardon, Madame!’ That is politeness. The same gentleman, pushing the same door, discovering the same completely naked woman, then says, ‘Pardon, Monsieur!’ That is tact.” It is only in the second case, by pretending not to have seen enough even to make out the sex of the person in the shower, that one displays true tact.
- Heard Brenda Walsh saying: actually, my plans got poxed.
- Heard brave drummer tell guitarist: turn off the fucking flanger.
- Saw Winona Ryder before Black Swan.
- Wanted Camel non-filtered.
“Elliott figured that Lennon was probably so pissed off when McCartney walked in with ‘Helter Skelter,’ with this attitude like, ‘that’s the song you’ve been trying to write your entire life and I just wrote it in five minutes, and recorded it with Ringo in the other room. I just wrote it, recorded it, you were busy working on whatever, Oh Yoko Number 9. Clipping up pieces of tape and taping them back together.”
“We’re in a strange time in which art is marginalized in public practices. The best thing that could happen for art in this country—I’m half-serious in saying this—is that censorship would be imposed. Art would suddenly come through a level of awareness that I don’t think it has in contemporary America, especially literature. We had a critic take issue recently with a book who said, ‘The problem with this book is the characters are not likable.’ Was Raskolnikov likable? I mean, would you like to live next door to Hamlet? That should be the first act of censorship: Characters cannot be likable for 25 years. And no happy endings.”
John O’Brien (Dalkey Archive publisher)
Best person in the neighborhood whose name you don’t know?
I saw this guy with a beard the other day. He was walking his bike. He had on a tie-dye kind of shirt and had a mustache. Have you seen him?
The sense of humor on this guy!