Truman Capote

Plaza's Grand Ballroom Officially Re-Opens

Chevall via flickr.com.

We got a press release trumpeting the official reopening of The Plaza's Grand Ballroom. It's been "meticulously restored to its 1929 opulence," and had a soft opening last week as the site of a party for Chanel Fine Jewelry.

I got a sneak peak at the Ballroom last month, when it was still undergoing the renovations. Elizabeth Stribling, whose firm markets The Plaza condos, told me that the ceiling, in particular, would be restored. Apparently, that hadn't been done since Conrad Hilton owned the place in the middle of the last century.  read more »

I Went to See Bobby and Found It Moving, Somehow Inadequate

Robert F. Kennedy campaigning in 1968.
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Robert F. Kennedy campaigning in 1968.

I hadn’t expected to find a Truman Capote connection. Not to the Bobby Kennedy assassination.  read more »

I Went to See Bobby and Found It Moving, Somehow Inadequate

I hadn’t expected to find a Truman Capote connection. Not to the Bobby Kennedy assassination.  read more »

Angleworms in a Bottle, an anti-New York Story

I spent a couple days in New York city this week, including an obligatory meeting with a pseudo-friend. If you don't live in New York, you might not know what a pseudofriend is. New York is full of them. These are the people who want to get out of you a lot of the benefits of a friendship—the exchange of ideas and gossip, the warmth, the removal of loneliness—but without really paying out as a friend in any real generosity of spirit. Truly, they'd just as soon you do badly, and they even act to achieve that result. I'm not talking about friend/rivals. That's an old and honored category of friendship. Old friends know how to negotiate that (ask Gore Vidal and Truman Capote..).

Pseudofriend is a professional category. It's hard for writers to get along that well in N.Y. cause N.Y. is the writers' olympic village. As it's the olympic village for investment analysts, TV people, legal turks, advertising people, etc. I bet they have pseudofriends, too.

Here are two eminent writers holding forth on the subject. First is the late Saul Bellow, as interviewed by Philip Roth in The New Yorker:

I've thought quite a lot about the New York setting of "Seize the Day" and I'm inclined to agree that the loneliness, shabbiness, and depression of the book find a singular match in the uptown Broadway surroundings. I think that for old-time Chicagoans the New Yorkers of "Seize the Day" are emotionally thinner, or one-dimensional. We had fuller or, if you prefer, richer emotions in the Middle West. I think I congratulated myself on having been able to deal with New York, but I never won any of my struggles there, and I never responded with full human warmth to anything that happened there.

Wow. Note that: Bellow never won any of his struggles in New York. (No wonder Roth lives in CT).

Now here's Hemingway in a famous passage from The Green Hills of Africa:

Writers should work alone. They should see each other only after their work is done, and not too often then. Otherwise they become like writers in New York. All angleworms in a bottle, trying to derive knowledge and nourishment from their own contact and from the bottle. Sometimes the bottle is shaped art, sometimes economics, sometimes economic-religion. But once they are in the bottle they stay there. They are lonesome outside of the bottle...

Yes, I'm collecting string on this subject...

Angleworms in a Bottle: The New York Story

I spent a couple days in New York, including meeting with a pseudo-friend. If you don't live in New York, you might not know what a pseudofriend is. New York is full of them. These are the people who want to get out of you a lot of the benefits of a friendship—the exchange of ideas and gossip, the warmth, the removal of loneliness—but without really paying out as a friend behind your back. They'd just as soon you do badly. I'm not talking about friend/rivals. That's an old and honored category of friendship. Old friends know how to negotiate that (ask Gore Vidal and Truman Capote..).

Pseudofriend is a professional category. It's hard for writers to get along that well in N.Y. Because N.Y. is the writers' olympic site. As it's the olympic site for investment analysts, TV people, legal turks, advertising people, etc. I bet they have pseudofriends, too.

Here are two eminent writers holding forth on the subject. First is the late Saul Bellow, as interviewed by Philip Roth in The New Yorker:

I've thought quite a lot about the New York setting of "Seize the Day" and I'm inclined to agree that the loneliness, shabbiness, and depression of the book find a singular match in the uptown Broadway surroundings. I think that for old-time Chicagoans the New Yorkers of "Seize the Day" are emotionally thinner, or one-dimensional. We had fuller or, if you prefer, richer emotions in the Middle West. I think I congratulated myself on having been able to deal with New York, but I never won any of my struggles there, and I never responded with full human warmth to anything that happened there.

Wow. Note that: Bellow never won any of his struggles in New York. (No wonder Roth lives in CT).

Now here's Hemingway in a famous passage from The Green Hills of Africa:

Writers should work alone. They should see each other only after their work is done, and not too often then. Otherwise they become like writers in New York. All angleworms in a bottle, trying to derive knowledge and nourishment from their own contact and from the bottle. Sometimes the bottle is shaped art, sometimes economics, sometimes economic-religion. But once they are in the bottle they stay there. They are lonesome outside of the bottle...

Rambunctious Heyday of Gonzo, When Journalism Aspired to Art

Marc Weingarten is particularly good on Tom Wolfe (above), Jimmy Breslin, Norman Mailer and Hunter S. Thompson.
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Marc Weingarten is particularly good on Tom Wolfe (above), Jimmy Breslin, Norman Mailer and Hunter S. Thompson.

I was a high-school and then a college student when the startling literary boom dubbed “The Ne  read more »

The Squid and the Whale: P. Slope Parents Who Can't Parent

Noah Baumbach’s The Squid and the Whale, from his own screenplay, hits as close to home as a filmm  read more »

The Squid and the Whale: P. Slope Parents Who Can’t Parent

Couples therapy or the principal
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Couples therapy or the principal

Noah Baumbach’s The Squid and the Whale, from his own screenplay, hits as close to home as a f  read more »

In Cold Capote

Film festivals are like funerals: As soon as one door closes, another one opens.  read more »

And Next, Capote: The Musical!

Connie Nielsen and Joseph Fiennes, co-stars of Miramax&#039;s long-delayed World War II flick <i>The Great Raid</i>.
James Hamilton
Connie Nielsen and Joseph Fiennes, co-stars of Miramax's long-delayed World War II flick The Great Raid.

Have You Heard?  read more »

The Crime Blotter

Ever So Lightly, Thief Lifts Rare Tiffany's Jay Pearsall, the owner of Ivy's Books at 2488 Broadway,  read more »

Her Slow-Motion Awakening: Kept Woman Breaks Free at Last

Her Slow-Motion Awakening: Kept Woman Breaks Free at Last Because She Is Beautiful , by Cameron Doug  read more »

Dominick Dunne Repents for Pathetic Early Days

Author Dominick Dunne had agreed to meet me for tea at hisapartment in the East 40's, and when he gr  read more »

Ripley's Back! Or At Least Resurrected; Other Voices, Other Rooms

Capote's First Novel(11)Reduced to Film Truman Capote's first novel, Other Voices, Other Rooms , pub  read more »