A POET, A WOMAN WITHOUT MORALS, A MAN, OR AN ACTOR?

Eavesdropping Not On Harriet but on Scarriet:

THOMAS BRADY:
It’s one thing to practice free love, it’s another thing to adorn one’s free love lifestyle with all sorts of ‘religious’ and ‘artistic’ allowances. A rogue without money remains a mere rogue, but a rogue with money and publishing credentials is a wonder and an inspiration and seduction which very few can resist, the pot of gold at the end of the pyramid scheme. [click here — we tend to do this on Scarriet!]

CHRISTOPHER WOODMAN:
The greatest novel ever written about this “rogue with money” is called Quartet (London, 1928) by most people though it was also published a year later in America as Postures (New York, 1929) — good title, too, but much too obvious. The author was a very great artist and knew how to let us figure that out for ourselves, even if her more naive American editors didn’t quite trust her — I mean, they were queuing up for hand-outs on the Bowery as well as in the Academy!

The name of the author with the perfect white skin, the even more perfect, indeed truly porcelain style, and the devastating self-candor was Jean Rhys. The ‘hero’ of the novel, ‘Hugh Heidler,’ a “picture dealer” (yes!) in the Latin Quarter (yes!) is none other than Ford Maddox Ford (yes, Hueffner!) who was in Paris at the time editing (yes, you heard it!) The Transatlantic Review!

You wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t tell you, would you?

And friend D., and others of your ilk, if you’re following us here, which I suspect you are, I wish you’d come in and discuss some of this, it’s all so a-quiver — and Quartet is such an unashamedly great, great, great piece of writing too. And of course, the whole story also fleshes out those character traits Tom needs to keep his own huge literary-historical ur-novel humming!

I mean, the alternative is Amber Tamblyn gabbing away on Blog:Harriet! [click here]

THOMAS BRADY:
I think we need to make this point again and again, because it’s so important…WHAT HARRIET DID. Because they took VOICES, not abuse, not spam, VOICES, and, on a whim, SILENCED THEM. [click here]


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To the tune of: Hey, Big Spender

Amber_Tamblyn2

The minute I logged on your blog,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
Real prestigious!
Prestigious,
So divine,
Wouldn’t you like to know what’s goin’ on in my mind?

So let me blog right to the point:
I haven’t got a f*cking idea in my heaaaaaaad!

Hey, Prestigious!
Hey, Prestigious!

Give a little blurb to me,
Give a little blurb to me,
(music fades)
Give a little prize to me,
Give a little prize to me…

(Music swells for a vamping finale)

(Music ends)

(in a sexy whisper) Jorie’s got a chair at Harvard, so anything’s
possible, sugar!

(Wink)

(Drum shot)

FOUNDATION BLOG FLOUNDERS, EDITOR TROLLS FOR TREATS

WELCOMES AMBER TAMBLYN, STAYS TOONED

memo from the office, Friday, 9.27 pm, Chicago

Has she ever been to Chicago?

If not, have her see Kent about the school. He might really like her.

Also talk to Stephen about the next big one.

Have a look at Scarriet — those guys really know the traffic.

Get Brady on the phone for me.

How bout this one?  (Get her some shoes that fit, Cathy.)

Amber 200

Paris’s still waiting to hear (you’re on that one, Don).

Yeah, I said give her Brady’s fucking list,  it’ll make her!

So CLICK RIGHT HERE but be sure to shred your copy or I’m dead!

Trav.