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I'll put it on a shelf and be somebody else
And then today my physical status took a turn for the miserable, but I was entertained by the number of people on my friendlists who wished one another a propitious Lottery Day, which I hope would have made Shirley Jackson happier than the people who famously wrote to her to ask if such a ritual really happened and if so, where. "As I say, if I thought this was a valid cross section of the reading public, I would give up writing."
I can't believe that TCM ran a bunch of films starring Eleanor Parker and then a bunch of films for Pride and did not include Caged (1950), which stars Eleanor Parker and is incredibly lesbian. When I finally got hold of Jake Hinkson's "All Kinds of Women: The Lesbian Presence in Classic Noir," it was the primary movie he wrote about and justly so; I saw it once before the last glaciation and in memory it still radiates an aura of Gold Medal Books, so much so that I am faintly sad that no one seems to have brought it out on home media with the trashiest of pulp covers. Come on, Criterion. Ask one of the artists from Hard Case Crime. The preorders will pay for themselves.
Flaxy Martin (1949) has a whole lot of actors I like in a plot that is nothing to write home or anywhere else about, but I was seriously impressed with Elisha Cook Jr. going tuchis over teakettle over a camp bed, his co-star, and a straight-backed wooden chair like some kind of professional wrestling move during a no-holds-barred fight on an apartment roof that did not end, inevitably, well for him.
I just ran into one of those internet equations of artistic taste with political orientation and all I can think of is the kid I knew in high school who once while we were all sitting at lunch in the senior quad declared complacently, "I am a true child of the Sixties," and even at the age of sixteen I experienced a wave of emotion which I would now render into words as "Dude, you're an entitled twerp who just happens to like Phil Ochs."
I can't believe that TCM ran a bunch of films starring Eleanor Parker and then a bunch of films for Pride and did not include Caged (1950), which stars Eleanor Parker and is incredibly lesbian. When I finally got hold of Jake Hinkson's "All Kinds of Women: The Lesbian Presence in Classic Noir," it was the primary movie he wrote about and justly so; I saw it once before the last glaciation and in memory it still radiates an aura of Gold Medal Books, so much so that I am faintly sad that no one seems to have brought it out on home media with the trashiest of pulp covers. Come on, Criterion. Ask one of the artists from Hard Case Crime. The preorders will pay for themselves.
Flaxy Martin (1949) has a whole lot of actors I like in a plot that is nothing to write home or anywhere else about, but I was seriously impressed with Elisha Cook Jr. going tuchis over teakettle over a camp bed, his co-star, and a straight-backed wooden chair like some kind of professional wrestling move during a no-holds-barred fight on an apartment roof that did not end, inevitably, well for him.
I just ran into one of those internet equations of artistic taste with political orientation and all I can think of is the kid I knew in high school who once while we were all sitting at lunch in the senior quad declared complacently, "I am a true child of the Sixties," and even at the age of sixteen I experienced a wave of emotion which I would now render into words as "Dude, you're an entitled twerp who just happens to like Phil Ochs."
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"I am a true child of the ..." is one of those lead-ins like "I'm not prejudiced but..." that gets the dander up before you hear the rest of the sentence.
Sorry about your health -_- I've been wondering for a while, but does the state of things mean you won't be at Readercon?
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That's great! Indeed.
Sorry about your health -_- I've been wondering for a while, but does the state of things mean you won't be at Readercon?
I will not be at Readercon. I can't afford it financially or physically. It will be the first year since 2004 that I have not been at Readercon and I hate it, but I can't do a convention that isn't virtual and Readercon right now is not.
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I'm having a very hard time with it; it feels like confirmation that I have outlived my usefulness to the field. I couldn't see how to make it work.
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I only have been once to that Readercon in person, and my memory is that it's very island fortress-like. Not very good for being able, for example, to drop by and meet people outdoors in conjunction with the con--which would be a possible halfway measure if the location wasn't so distant from you in terms of public transport and if it had the amenity of an outdoor courtyard or something. But I don't think it does. (And I understand that meeting people outdoors for an hour wouldn't have been a satisfactory replacement for the full con experience, in any case.)