-marcia

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~ Joy

She bought a gaggle of vintage manual typewriters, had famous letterheads printed up on antique paper and used an old television as a light box on which she could trace signatures. Even so, while writing as Noël Coward, Dorothy Parker, Edna Ferber and, most convincingly, Louise Brooks, Israel remained more an enhancer than an outright fabricator. She would use some of her subjects’ best real lines (Brooks on the studio head Harry Cohn: “My cat has spit up hairballs more attractive than him”) and take care with the chronology of their lives. The seams rarely showed. Indeed, the editor of “The Letters of Noël Coward,” published only last year, included two Israel pastiches — “a big hoot and a terrific compliment,” thought the erstwhile forger.

It was her Coward forgeries that ultimately led to her downfall. A friend of Coward’s saw forged letters that were more open with his homosexuality than he ever would have been in correspondence. And so the Feds were alerted to Israel’s activities, and her forgery career was over.
I’m dubious about supporting someone profiting from their crimes. But damn if this all isn’t terribly fascinating.

-marcia

I’m a geeky bookworm, so I don’t attract guys. But lately my other bookwormy friends have been getting attention from boys. What can I do to have them notice me too?

- Easy Reader

(Via)

(I’m totally copying Bookslut in this entry.)

~ Joy

You know, seminal American author John Cheever and I have a lot in common. He needed to drink a fifth of scotch before he had the courage to utter a word to another human being, and so do I. Much like Cheever, I’m completely blotto by 10 a.m. because of a deep, withering fear that my family will eventually discover my bisexuality. And, to top it all off, we were both born in Wollaston, Massachusetts, if you can believe it! But just because he’s one of history’s finest short story writers, Cheever’s epic benders are considered delightful, whereas I’ve just got a “serious problem with alcohol.”

What a bunch of horseshit.

~ Joy

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~ Joy

Anyway, NPR has a good interview with Lynda Barry on the subject of creativity, which she wrote about in her new book What It Is. She talks about how it is strange that we can be so creative as children and then completely drop it when we reach adulthood.

“Something happens to us as we get a little older,” she says. “Adults would never consider [drawing] on a piece of paper and then just throwing it away afterwards. In fact, unless it’s valuable afterwards, most adults don’t think the experience was worth it. So that’s kind of what the book is about. It’s about what happens. What happens to that creative urge.”

It’s true, not everyone is creative–the world needs accountants, after all–but we can all create something. If nothing else, we can create life, which is pretty profound if you ask me, and points to the larger role of creativity in society. So why then have we become a society of observers and consumers? Screw that, America! There’s no joy in it. Break out the crayons.

~ Joy