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Roman Polanski has whipped Vanity Fair in his libel action against the monthly scandal chiffon. Roman sued in British court, but extradition fears prevented him from traveling to London for the trial itself. He was distraught-unto-hiring-lawyers that a July, 2002 Vanity F. profile had him more-or-less screwing some Norwegian land salmon named Beatte Telle on the hood of Sharon Tate's hearse, when in truth it was four weeks after Sharon's death before Roman screwed anyone anywhere, and several weeks beyond that before he was screwing boarding school girls in Gstaad. Given those facts, the logic of Roman's lawsuit may seem to rest on a microscopic particular of mourning etiquette, but believe me when I say (and for once, really believe me when I say believe me when I say) that I understand Roman's point.
After his defeat in court, the blissfully creepy and crestfall-immune Graydon Carter invoked the fragile virginity of his twelve year old daughter in an attempt (and if I have any say in the matter, a successful one) to win national landmark status for his reputation as a bipedal, bespoke, town and country serpent:
Vanity Fair's editor, Graydon Carter, expressed amazement at the decision, telling reporters outside the court:
"As a father of four children, one of them a 12-year-old daughter, I find it ... outrageous that this story is considered defamatory given the fact that Mr. Polanski cannot be here because he slept with a 13-year-old girl a quarter of a century ago..."
Friday, July 22, 2005
I, Rare Bird
The book I most look forward to reading--at the moment. It's been out for the better part of a year (though god knows I hope the rest of that year is better than the better part), but I've only just heard of it.
Auden said something about how common it is to condemn books we haven't read, yet how rare it is to praise books we haven't opened.
Hey Wystan, yo crinkle-puss, check this out:
Joe: A Memoir of Joe Brainard is a most delightful book. I enjoyed every anecdote, every detail, every day-to-day aspect, from totally-recalled breakfast menus to faithfully-transcribed reading lists. I wish the minutiae was even smaller. Please, Mr Padgett, remember more.
The picture Andrew Sullivan posted of the two young, gay Iranians being hung yesterday doesn't load when I open Andrew's page, so I went to the original source and found these two other shots to go along with the one Andrew must have used:
There is scant media notice of this outside of some English- language Iranian sites, and most of those claim that the two were executed for raping a 13 year old boy at knife point. None of the reports seem to confirm Andrew's statement that the two were hanged "for being gay", but since the reports appear to derive from Iranian state media, I would say the facts of the matter await investigation from independent sources. It's certainly possible under the Iranian criminal code to be murdered for being gay, especially if you use up the one-time-only, get-off-the-scaffold-free card that is apparently every Iranian's birthright under the endarkened rule of the hoola-boola mullahs:
Iran's capital offences include murder, rape, armed robbery, apostasy, blasphemy, serious drug trafficking, repeated sodomy, adultery or prostitution, treason and espionage.
Update:A good Doug Ireland piece on the execution and the controversy over the facts. It's odd that none of this part of the story has gotten the slightest mention on Andrew Sullivan's blog, inasmuch as Andrew (and his current summer replacement, Judith) have given so much attention, and probably the widest public exposure, to Outrage's initial version of events.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
You Might Want To Get Some New Magazines, By the Way
I don't read much poetry, which is to say I read more poetry than 99.9% of the US population, and when I do read it I'm sure I read it in the wrong way since I'm mostly looking for the odd graceful phrase, a glittering stray word even (funny how often I don't find either, really very funny). I found this line in a not especially good poem called I Have This Vision of Madness by Perry Brass as I paged through an anthology of gay poetry:
[You] will find me waiting in the lobby of your heart. 4:01 AM
Monday, July 18, 2005
Tuskless in Xishuangbanna
BEIJING, July 17 (AFP) - A recent study has predicted that more male Asian elephants in China will be born without tusks because poaching of tusked elephants is reducing the gene pool, the China Daily reported Sunday.
The study, conducted in the Xishuangbanna Dai Autonomous Prefecture in southwest China's Yunnan province, where two-thirds of China's Asian elephants live, found that the tuskless phenomenon is spreading, the report said.
The tusk-free gene, which is found in between two and five percent of male Asian elephants, has increased to between five percent and 10 percent in elephants in China, according to Zhang Li, an associate professor of zoology at Beijing Normal University.
Having seemingly heard and read the word outed more in the last month than in my life entire, I searched google to make sure I wasn't imagining this. It doesn't appear I am. In story after story, and often (as below) in the headlines themselves, we find:
Reporter, not Rove, outed CIA operative, sources say
Rove 'discussed outed CIA agent
In Rove case, one outing got another
Husband of outed CIA agent urges Bush to fire Rove
White House clams up on whether Rove outed CIA agent
I look forward to drama queens gaining a high-heeled toehold in the culture comparable to outed's.
It gives you a go-go booted kick to see a story with the kind of fun-fur retro-feel exhibited here: