I should note that Saddlebums was nice enough to interview me a week ago. I'm somewhere down the scroll line http://www.saddlebums.blogspot.com/ It's my usual interview in which I discuss my plans to turn the subject of quantam physics into a musical, why I think the Carter Brown has it all over that Chandler guy, and how I'm doing here on the seventh floor violent ward.
Got a funny off-line message from a woman I used to know. She was amused by my comments about beaver-flashing starlets. She pointed out that we're all getting older and that in the old days I would've paid big dollars to see such things. I noted that I was just agreeing with what Kathy Griffin said on her current special that to show yourself while getting out a car takes a) some very shrewd and unnatural body movements and b) beaver-flashing is now so common it's getting passe. Mostly I was responding to the NY Times article about the reality show of some daughter of some vaguely prominent guy who said that she began her climb to stardom by having a sex tape made with some dude and putting it on the internet. I was laughing out loud as I read this, thinking back to the studio days when fixers would pay big bucks to supress "dirty" photos of the movie stars on the studio roster. My God is that Helen Hayes flashing her--?
I started reading Cujo by Stephen King last night and have been getting back to it every chance I've had today. He really is the great storyteller of our generation. I've probably read Cujo ten times over the years and not because of the rabies or even the suspense. The woman and man at the center of the story, how she confesses having an affair and the way he responds. I think that's why I'm not much interested in so much popular crime fiction today. All these FBI agents; all these serial killers who creep back into vulnerable (and predictable) lives; all the macho cops. The same thing over and over and over. And there's seemingly no end. If you want to read a real novel try Cujo. There's no supernatural for people who don't dig such.