I saw Salmon Rushdie at the gym!
No, no. I kid. But that would be awesome.
Gentry has threatened a boycott if I don’t update my “diary” right this minute.
I responded that a Gentry-run boycott would probably be pretty interesting as she’d surely invoke some ironic Revolutionary theme--Avec-Culottes perhaps. (Gentry could school a professor on the finer points of French history). The way I imagine it, everyone in Gentry’s boycott would be wearing cashmere underpants.
We will be seeing Marie Antoinette together Wednesday. She emails:
I hope they show the part where Les Peuples grab the Princess de Polinac when she's on rue Montorgeuil and tear her limb from limb before taking her severed head to the hair dresser to have it recoiffed so they could put it on a stick and shove it up in front of the window of where they were keeping Marie Antoinette in prison.
Oooh, me too.
Can we talk about Marie Antoinette?
I haven’t even seen this film and it’s totally consuming my life. I’ve been downloading from the alleged soundtrack, reading the Antonia Fraser biography (which, truth be told, has been sitting on my bookshelf for two years), and entertaining fantasies of lounging in nothing but white ribboned stockings and a frilly fan in a room the palette of Laduree macaroons.
I am far, far too susceptible to social cues.