it is like a nesting doll, all of it. my life with jackie, my writing about jackie. so that when i read the pages i have written about jackie, the whole book i have written on her life, it unpacks a whole series of memories of my own. where i was when i wrote that […]
typical, i’ve a strong sense of occasion and nothing really to say. today is 22nd november. 58 years ago, the woman i’ve spent the last 18 years writing about was sitting beside her husband when he was shot by a man using a mail order rifle (retail = $19.95).
dear people, yesterday, mister thomas stearns eliot spoke to us from the beyond and revealed himself to be the petty jackass we always thought he was. this may seem a digression but then that just means you never knew me in my alternate life as someone who twice attended and twice taught at the t.s. […]
for the last few weeks, i’ve been working on a thing that lacks form– it may be an article or it may be a book. it is, undoubtedly, a story in progress. i’ve pursued it through haphazard writing and numerous conversations over expensive dinners i can’t really afford. still, i do not know what it […]
even though there is not a lot to say beyond the same old thing that it seems i always say, which is: OMG, why are we not better at this???!?! it is 2019. it is twenty years later. it’s been all that time and we still suck.
it is like a nesting doll, my life with jackie. a series of anniversaries, each now saturated in its own memories. because when you write about someone else, you are ultimately writing about yourself. when you write about someone for twenty-five years, writing about that person is actually you living your life.
such was the nature of 2018 that i- a woman with her good ear perpetually to the ground of celebrity gossip- TOTALLY DID NOT KNOW THIS. not until, like, now. when i was reading an essay on memphis music and thought biography.com wasn’t enough of a credible source and wondered if there were any biographies […]
and, lo, we meet again.
surely, SURELY we are deep enough in our daily mail master class to recognize that the man behind the curtain has no clothes, right? but yeah, anyhoo, here we are at exhibit ZZZ… given that the daily mail almost EXCLUSIVELY pedals in a genre perhaps best described as News From Elsewhere (with the exception of […]
today, class, a close reading of the DM’s article of 16 february 2018, entitled: “Sisters who competed to snare the world’s richest men: Schooled by their mother to seek out power, a new book reveals the jealousy between Jackie O and sister Lee and how they both bedded JFK.” i mean, just right there, yeah?
an alarming life 
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