What's kind of fun about this is that you can totally read this in Cronkite's voice and see where his later style came from. And I love the Alice B. Toklas lines, with Stein being seemingly forthright, yet a little coy. I think ole' Walt knew exactly what was the deal between them and was trying to be tactful.
Gertrude Stein wrote such strange poetry. My sister and I used to read Tender Buttons and just get so confused. Then I found out she may have been gay, and she became really interesting to me (as a person who was finding out some stuff about their own sexuality at the time). Her writing will never make sense, but it will always be awesome.
@boxspelunker: "Tender Button" has to be one of the best euphemisms ever invented, and the book is about one of the trippiest ever written. I couldn't help but think she must have been reading a lot of Heidegger when she was working on that. It's like modern art; it doesn't NEED to make sense!
I have always wished I had been alive for the heyday of the Left Bank. I would have crashed one of this woman's parties, had an affair with Hemingway, and drunk myself to an early death, but it would have been funner than living in an office block.
Today the closest thing one can get to such artistic communion is to get into an MFA program, and you have to pay for the privilege. I hate modern artistic culture, in many ways, but this I hate the most.
@PilgrimSoul: You don't have to explain a good hate fuck (ahem... affair) to me lady, I just didn't know you had it in ya. In fact, perhaps we can use the term "vest affair" in place of "hate fuck" when one doesn't want to be so crude. I always thought Hemingway was very attractive in the face. And liked cats!
@GoodBadNotEvil: Yeah, that's a really good point. I'm not sure exactly what standard journalism was like in the 30's, but I know that not too much earlier, journalists often used quite conversational tones, and would sometimes examine current events through moral or religious lenses.
I still can't hear the word "mannish" without triggering Austin Powers associations, though-- which is probably what threw me off in the first place.
I used to buy top shelf booze for my house because it was cheaper than going to bars and having standard quality drinks. Now, I don't ever go to bars, though, and restaurants hardly ever. I've discovered a couple of cheap but smooth and clean vodkas(Frost, Monopolowa) and I infuse them with tea leaves and spices and stuff to make my own liqueurs.
Dior and Clinique makeup, quality/pretty lingerie and excellent gin (Tanqueray no. 10 preferrably--cheap as hell tonic is fine). In this I follow my mother, who in her student days would get down to exactly 52cents in her bank account (she put herself through college, her parents were 6000 miles away). That way, my face looks alright, I feel pretty under my clothes, and I'm too happily pissed to care very much about anything else.
Good beer, my iPhone, my computer, salad (you wouldn't think salad's that expensive, but considering that I buy weekly stores of fresh veggies, meats, cheeses, etc. to go with the salad, it's an expensive habit, but I love it).
I already wear cheap clothes, I could move to a cheaper apartment, and I could happily give up most of my driving.
Earlier this week, my dad hung his head and sighed to me, "Well, we've let go of the cleaning service" as he looked forlornly around his enormous, beautiful home. I love my dad, but I almost scoffed audibly.
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This is so telling. A woman who commands a conversation, who doesn't hide a smile behind her hand? How novel!
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Also, she invented pot brownies. To which I say: WELL DONE MADAM.
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Thank you, philistereo.
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Today the closest thing one can get to such artistic communion is to get into an MFA program, and you have to pay for the privilege. I hate modern artistic culture, in many ways, but this I hate the most.
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I love "vest affair." I do kind of detest vulgarity. Sad for me.
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That's one way to beat around the, erm, bush.
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That being said, the use of the word "mannish"? Questionable.
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I still can't hear the word "mannish" without triggering Austin Powers associations, though-- which is probably what threw me off in the first place.
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I already wear cheap clothes, I could move to a cheaper apartment, and I could happily give up most of my driving.
Earlier this week, my dad hung his head and sighed to me, "Well, we've let go of the cleaning service" as he looked forlornly around his enormous, beautiful home. I love my dad, but I almost scoffed audibly.