Eve! So very good to see you back! I’ve been wondering.
I’ve also been curious about your new book, ver since I saw it listed on Amazon. Tell us about it, please!
Ooooh, I’ll have to go away more often if this is the kind of reception I get!
Zen—I am sorry to say I have never seen “Educating Rita.” Must be one of those new-fangled Talkies.
Cal—“Golden Images” is a collection put together by a small publisher of 41 articles I’ve done on silent movie stars in “Classic Images” and “Films of the Golden Age” over the last ten years or so (all re-edited and brushed up, of course). Lotsa photos, and all the sex, drugs and ragtime you would expect. It’ll be out in, I hope, the spring. Late spring, I imagine. More like summer.
If this goes over, we will do Vol. II, with my talkie-film star pieces, from the early 1930s (Garbo, Jack Oakie, the Hilton Sisters) through the 1960s (Sharon Tate, Inger Stevens).
Welkommen, bienvenue, come on in!
Glad to see you’re back among us, Eve. I’ve been laid up for about a week with the flu so I haven’t been able to see if anyone answered my OP. Now, like Paul Harvey, I know the reast of the story.
Love the whole Kay Kendall thing, IIRC, lots of weirdness there relationship-wise…
I always liked Charlotte Greenwood too. What other 60 year old could still kick her heel over her head from a standing start?
I’m sorry, I just can’t get the image of Eve, done up like F. Scott’s Daisy, with a bloody shiv in her garter daitily hefting the axe from the woodpile…
" . . . Eve, done up like F. Scott’s Daisy, with a bloody shiv in her garter daitily hefting the axe from the woodpile… "
—Then Charlotte Greenwood arrives in the nick of time and kicks the ax out of my hands!
By the way, you’re right, there IS a lot of weirdness in Kay Kendall’s life, and more scandal than my other books combined . . .
Hey, Eve! Good to see you again.
I ran into this link the other day, and immediately thought of you.
Niagra Falls… slowly I turned…
While some might remember the Three Stooges doing it, it’s transcribed here as an Abbott and Costello routine. So, hopefully, that’s settled.
Hey, John—I thought of myself last night!
I was watching that “Jazz” docu on teevee, and there was a clip of a bunch of hepcats cuttin’ the rug. In the middle of this, they showed a quick clip of a girl comically glaring at them in disdain through a lorgnette. “Hey!” I thought, “how did I get in there?!”