Saturday, April 23, 2011

Elizabeth Taylor's death has liberated one of my caged, ever-cycling thoughts about her, which is: THOSE EYEBROWS. Question, statement, exclamation: those eyebrows!

Were they not rather transgressive? Were they not something more than the combination of the styles of the time and studio managing and her own follicular biology? They were extraordinary, bold things, weirder and bigger than any I ever see. They are the biggest thing on her face. They really worked.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

He had somehow vaguely imagined that, the end of desire attained, soul and sense would lie down together like the lion and the lamb; but they did nothing of the sort. With orb and sceptre thrust into his hands, he was afraid to take hold on power and call his empire his own.
Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

it's that time of year

I repeat myself. But I don't care! Spring needs Heinrich H.
Herz, mein Herz, sei nicht beklommen,
Und ertrage dein Geschick,
Neuer Frühling gibt zurück,
Was der Winter dir genommen.

Und wie viel ist dir geblieben!
Und wie schön ist noch die Welt!
Und, mein Herz, was dir gefällt,
Alles, alles darfst du lieben!

Monday, April 11, 2011

karottensalat!

In classic--nay, clichéd--culinary fashion, I invented this recipe with no time, no money, and very little in my pantry to inspire me, but I liked it so much after that first time that I have kept making it since. Here 'tis.

1. Slice up a big mess of carrots into rounds.

2. Make a vinaigrette:
  • Microwave equal-ish amounts (1/2 c? 3/4 c?) of honey and soy sauce, so that the honey can be combined with the soy using a little whisk.
  • Add vinegar--this time I sloshed in a little rice wine vinegar, Riesling vinegar, and cider vinegar.
  • Grate in garlic (I used maybe 3-4 cloves) and a couple inches of ginger with a fine grater.
  • I added the juice of a tangerine. I've also added lemon, lime, grapefruit.
  • Add a little salt, and more pepper.
The vinaigrette is rather too sweet for straight consumption, but it will work well in this salad.

3. Throw a big pile of sunflower seeds in the oven on a baking sheet (or toaster oven, as I did here). Toast them until they are brown, with lots of kosher salt. Don't overcook! Easy to do that.

4. MIX EVERYTHING TOGETHER: the seeds, the vinaigrette, the carrots. This salad has a great lifespan in the fridge, due to the sturdiness of the carrots. It has a nice sweet, tangy, salty satisfaction to it and great CHEW. Yay!

Friday, April 08, 2011

"Dear Teresa," exclaimed the Princess. "You are so wonderful! But you have had so many experiences. I feel I could never really love anyone unless he was pale, but pale . . . with violent rippling hair, and had eyes, blue, but blue, as skies in May, and could boast a big-big. Oh," she abstrusely broke-off, "have you ever loved anyone just like that, Teresa?"

"Several," answered the Baroness, recklessly. And as the Princess expressed a wish to know more, she was obliged to rise to her feet. These sentimental talks she usually learned to repent.
Ronald Firbank, The Artificial Princess

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Eunice and Ernie

I have been thinking recently about the fact that if you look at it from a certain angle, Rock Hudson came out at a press conference for a TV show with Doris Day on the Christian Broadcasting Network.

Elizabeth Taylor's death and the resultant focus on her work to fund AIDS research, work which began near the time of--and was galvanized by--Hudson's death from the disease in 1985, has made me think about this, as has Day's recent birthday. Day has never involved herself in the politics of AIDS, but she was there at a crucial moment.

Just as people don't know what to make of Day in general--in the (overall wonderful) New York Times piece by Manohla Dargis about Elizabeth Taylor, which began with "the last movie star died Wednesday," Dargis referred to Day in the #1 inaccurate and easy Day diss as a "professional virgin"--I have a sense that people don't always recognize Day's role in how AIDS walked up to the camera to be seen.

Day's personal politics (which I don't agree with, as far as I understand them) make it easier for people to cast her, as James Wolcott wrote in his amazing Vanity Fair article about the Day/Hudson pairing, as a "counterrevolutionary," but regardless, her friendship with and loyalty to Hudson, and his in return, meant that at a crucial moment in his life and a crucial changing point in modern American history, they stood together to be seen. That seems terribly important, looking back.

Day asked Hudson to be the first guest on her TV show. Hudson was ill, emaciated. No one knew what he "had," although there was much harsh speculation, and nobody knew Hudson was gay (although apparently everyone in Hollywood and the gay world knew). This man had been keeping secrets all his life, and instead of clutching them tighter, he suddenly, in a moment of grace, let them go in the most unlikely of places.

From the Wolcott piece:
In 1985, Hudson accepted an invitation to take part in the promotional launch of Doris Day’s Best Friends, an animal show she was doing for the Christian Broadcasting Network. A gesture of friendship, it proved to be a tragic folly. “Here was a man with only ten weeks to live,” note the authors of [Hudson biography] Idol, “a man who had successfully hidden the secret of his terrible disease for over a year, who had kept the secret of his homosexuality from the world for a lifetime--about to allow it all to disintegrate by appearing at a routine news conference to announce a minor cable-TV show.” The press conference took place in Carmel, California, at a lodge near Day’s home. A still-perky Day vamped as the reporters and film crews awaited Hudson’s arrival. He ran so late that some of the crews packed up their equipment and departed, while other reporters stayed behind in a state of extreme huff. “Their get-tough attitude soon changed. There was an audible, collective gasp--and then a hush--as Rock, his face a virtual death-mask, his body gaunt and hollow under baggy pants and jacket, was ushered into the room.” As stunned as everyone else, Day, barely missing a beat, embraced her former co-star.
Hudson filmed the show, although he was so weak they had to stop several times. Day asked him to stay in Carmel, with hopes of nursing him to health, but Hudson got on a plane to Paris for treatment, collapsing en route. It was while in Carmel that Hudson (according to the 2008 Day biography by David Kaufman) finally told his publicist he had AIDS. In Paris Hudson made the announcement of his illness.

In two months he was dead at the age of 59, and eleven days later the episode of Day's show with Hudson aired, with a tribute to Hudson (begins at 1:48):



There is something, looking back, about the way that Day was so physically affectionate and loving with Hudson that brings comfort to us watching, especially when Hudson seems so vulnerable; to the public eye, from the harsh, speculative news reports--but also with Day. It's almost as if he was throwing himself on public mercy as a result of a kind of blind loyalty to Day. He wasn't there to come out, but that's what he did. It's heartbreaking to see now--maybe it was a folly--but also, strangely, sweet. Whether he realized or cared how shocking people would find his appearance, he showed up for her, and the two of them went through with this goofy little show-biz obligation like the troopers they were. Day's version of the Gus Kahn song "My Buddy" that played during the Hudson segment of her show ultimately became "something of a standard at AIDS memorials" [Kaufman]. Day ends her tribute with the words: "I know that something good is going to come from this experience."

There are Callas people and Tebaldi people; Sarah Vaughan people and Ella Fitzgerald people; and, seemingly, Doris Day people and everybody else. People love to write her off, sneer at her, dismiss her as the meaningless, tasteless vanilla center of pop culture, but she was, and remains, a much more complicated person--and movie star--than that. I loved Elizabeth Taylor, even for some of the exact reasons that she was different than Day, but I love Doris Day too. Her role in this event in Hudson's life was accidental, ultimately--Hudson was the one risking so much, and it was his honesty and bravery that began transforming people's attitude toward the disease--but the way she handled it makes me love her. Looking back at the sometimes ghoulish footage from the event, made all the more so by the two principals perhaps not knowing what it all meant, what shines through more than 25 years later is their affection for each other.

("Eunice" and "Ernie" are what Day and Hudson, whose real names were Doris Kappelhoff and Roy Scherer, called each other.)

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Looking at one of them with her hairy chin and general air of greyness one couldn't help thinking that this was as much a woman as a glamorous perfumed model.
Barbara Pym, A Very Private Eye

Friday, April 01, 2011

"It's rather sad," she said one day, "to belong, as we do, to a lost generation. I'm sure in history the two wars will count as one war and that we shall be squashed out of it altogether, and people will forget that we ever existed. We might just as well never have lived at all, I do think it's a shame."

"It may become a sort of literary curiosity," Davey said. "…People will be interested in it for all the wrong reasons, and collect Lalique dressing-table sets and shagreen boxes and cocktail cabinets lined with looking-glass and find them very amusing."
Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love