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mallorys_cameraSo I watched The Great Gatsby last night, the critically reviled 1974 version with Mia Farrow and Robert Redford. Except for the soundtrack and Mia Farrow's performance – really, only Southern girls should be allowed to play Southern Belles – it wasn't so bad. I suppose it's time to reread the book.
Did make me wonder what the book would be like if it were written now.
Happy ending? Gatsby gets a sex change operation. His thwarted obsessional fixation on Daisy is clearly so much more than sexual (as one imagines Scott's was on Zelda.) Gatsby and Daisy move into the Gatsby mansion and live out the rest of their days as sisters together in an alcoholic stupor. Gatsby loses all her née his money in the Depression, and the mansion becomes more and more decrepit, a kind of Grey Gardens with Gatsby and Daisy holed up in two rooms filled with newspaper clippings, broken silver tea sets and animal droppings.
Eventually a reporter tracks Gatsby down on some pretext or another, and the revisionist Gatsby ends with a Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf-like scene where Daisy insults Gatsby – Tom was so much more of a man than you ever were, even when you were a man; Tom had a penis that worked – and Gatsby finds a gun and shoots her. In front of the horrified reporter.
In other news, everyone in my immediate circle of friends appears to be boinking each other.
Except for me: I prefer my boinking to be done with some measure of exclusivity. Meaning: I don't much care if the people I boink boink others – although, of course, having boinked moi, clearly they have boinked the best, and therefore should have no need to boink others – but I prefer not to know the other people they've boinked, except perhaps as a mysterious presence across a crowded room at a fabulous party. We'd wink, we'd wave. No one would have to pretend that they didn't have feelings that couldn't get hurt.
I should also mention that Max sent me bee-you-tee-full roses for Mother's Day. At least, I think the roses came from Max! They actually arrived without a card. So both kids came through with swag. The wheels of consumerism oiled by Hallmark smarm remain well-lubricated this Mother's Day! :-)
Did make me wonder what the book would be like if it were written now.
Happy ending? Gatsby gets a sex change operation. His thwarted obsessional fixation on Daisy is clearly so much more than sexual (as one imagines Scott's was on Zelda.) Gatsby and Daisy move into the Gatsby mansion and live out the rest of their days as sisters together in an alcoholic stupor. Gatsby loses all her née his money in the Depression, and the mansion becomes more and more decrepit, a kind of Grey Gardens with Gatsby and Daisy holed up in two rooms filled with newspaper clippings, broken silver tea sets and animal droppings.
Eventually a reporter tracks Gatsby down on some pretext or another, and the revisionist Gatsby ends with a Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf-like scene where Daisy insults Gatsby – Tom was so much more of a man than you ever were, even when you were a man; Tom had a penis that worked – and Gatsby finds a gun and shoots her. In front of the horrified reporter.
In other news, everyone in my immediate circle of friends appears to be boinking each other.
Except for me: I prefer my boinking to be done with some measure of exclusivity. Meaning: I don't much care if the people I boink boink others – although, of course, having boinked moi, clearly they have boinked the best, and therefore should have no need to boink others – but I prefer not to know the other people they've boinked, except perhaps as a mysterious presence across a crowded room at a fabulous party. We'd wink, we'd wave. No one would have to pretend that they didn't have feelings that couldn't get hurt.
I should also mention that Max sent me bee-you-tee-full roses for Mother's Day. At least, I think the roses came from Max! They actually arrived without a card. So both kids came through with swag. The wheels of consumerism oiled by Hallmark smarm remain well-lubricated this Mother's Day! :-)
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