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Blatant Cross-Promotion

I even referenced The Moviegoer.

Neo-Nazi Notes on The Moviegoer

If passing a Jew on the street is like Robinson Crusoe seeing a footprint in the sand, to what shall we compare bumping into a Nazi on the Internet?

The Moviegoer Word Cloud

Reentry

It confused me that the valet had chosen to steal disc 5 of Author, Author.

My first clue that something was amiss was that the radio had been switched to Voodoo 104; it seemed an arbitrary liberty to have taken for the sake of a 20-second parking job. In fact, I was pretty sure I had turned the player off entirely before handing over my keys.

But the loss of the CD – that was going to be a problem. I am currently on pretty good terms with the library and I didn’t want to have to explain the theft; besides that, it was sure to be expensive to replace.

And then I realized my problem was much bigger than just one disc.

Missing from the front seat were my provisions for the drive home – saltines, special Spokane souvenir fudge, Chamomile tea.

Missing from underneath the driver’s seat was the remainder of the audiobook.

Missing from the back seat were my jacket, insulated tote, folder, and who cares what else, because surely this meant my luggage and laptop had been stolen from the trunk. This was going to be quite expensive.

I pulled over in front of the Marriott on Canal Street, just short of the interestate. I walked around to the trunk and tried to remember what button to push on my husband’s keychain to make the lid pop up. It confused me that his car had Louisiana plates. Why would his car have Louisiana plates? What kind of con was this valet operation, anyway? I pulled out my phone to call for backup; I didn’t want to go in alone. Who knew what I would be up against at the parking garage.

And that’s when I noticed the car was Regatta Blue instead of Black Noir Pearl.

Nice, Mister Dr. Percy. Very nice. The Hyundai as “non-place,” ending the pilgrimage with a jarring repetition. Or maybe it was a rotation, I don’t know. The best I can do is to believe the parking crew when they assure me that they never, ever give customers the wrong car, and they are so sorry.

So I pulled back out onto Chartres Street, right behind another Black Noir Pearl, and set about finding my way back to Texas.

Why didn’t Binx participate in the Krewes?

 

Josef Pieper may not have the total answer (although a total answer is perhaps found elsewhere in the same book), but this passage is too interesting not to share:

“Festivity is impossible to the naysayer. The more money he has, and above all the more leisure, the more desperate is this impossiblity to him.

“This is also true of the man who refuses to approve the fact of his own existence – having fallen into that mysterious, ineffable ‘despair from weakness’ of which Soren Kierkegaard has spoken and which in the old moral philosophy went by the name of acedia, ‘slothfulness of the heart.’ At issue is a refusal regarding the very heart and fountainhead of existence itself, because of the ‘despair of not willing to be oneself’ which makes man unable to live with himself. He is driven out of his own house – into a hurly-burly of work-and-nothing-else, into the fine-spun exhausting game of sophistical phrase-mongering, into incessant ‘entertainment’ by empty stimulants – in short, into a no man’s land which may be quite comfortably furnished, but which has no place for the serenity of intrinsically meaningful activity, for contemplation, and certainly not for festivity” [Emphasis mine].  – from In Tune with the World: A Theory of Festivity, pp.27-28 (1999, St. Augustine Press, South Bend, Ind.).

 

Brothers and Sisters

The difficulty, the tentativeness of the need for others in a fully human life is best expressed, however, at the end of Percy’s first novel The Moviegoer, as Binx gazes at his new wife Kate: “I watch her walk away toward St. Charles, cape jasmine held against her cheek, until my brothers and sisters call out behind me.”

(As quoted here.)

I think it’s significant that this is the first time Binx refers to them as “brothers and sisters” and not as “half brothers and sisters” – he is no longer making sure to demarcate exactly how they are related to him, but is instead “rooting” himself among them.

What say the Kollektiv and the Kommentariat?

Korrektiv = A Virtual Gentilly?

What, in the end, does this pursuit of virtual status mean for community and friendship? Writing in the 1980s in Habits of the Heart, sociologist Robert Bellah and his colleagues documented the movement away from close-knit, traditional communities, to “lifestyle enclaves” which were defined largely by “leisure and consumption.” Perhaps today we have moved beyond lifestyle enclaves and into “personality enclaves” or “identity enclaves”—discrete virtual places in which we can be different (and sometimes contradictory) people, with different groups of like-minded, though ever-shifting, friends.

Christine Rosen, “Virtual Friendships and the New Narcissism.”

Moviegoer casting: Walter Wade, redux

Very hard to find an image of this guy in which he doesn’t have long hair, ’80s menace, or bloat.

Binx casting, unorthodox submission

He’s born and raised in Memphis…

My submission for Binx casting

Glenn Ford has the no-place/someplace conundrum going for him in a way that Mr. Peck never could.

In any of his films, his lodestar is his being in despair without knowing he’s in despair.

Voted.

 

Do Me Like Akim

For Lonnie our Sundays together have a program. First we talk, usually on a religious subject; then we take a ride; then he asks me to do him like Akim…. During my last year in college I discovered that I was picking up the mannerisms of Akim Tamiroff, the only useful thing, in fact, that I learned in the entire four years. (The Moviegoer, p. 164-5)

Akim Tamiroff in a scene with Janet Leigh in Orson Welles’ Touch of Evil

Do We Know What Binx Bolling Looks Like?

This question arose among the kollektiv the other day, while we were all sitting in our hotel room in Reno where we’re holed up working on our presentations for the Moviegoer conference.

Well, here’s what Binx says:

“I am a tall black-headed fellow and I know as well as he [i.e., Gregory Peck] how to keep to myself, make my eyes fine and my cheeks spare, tuck my lip and say a word or two with a nod or two.”

And then there’s Sam Waterston, who was cast to play Binx in the movie adaptation which never came to be:

And then there’s the tall (formerly) black-headed fellow named Jonathan Webb. If you want to see what he looks like, you’ll have to meet us in New Orleans.

“… his Archie Moore mustache …”

O Rory Rory Rory

Rory Calhoun as Bill Longley, in a wacky episode of The Texan from 1958. Thought experiment: imagine Binx and Mrs. Schexnaydre watching this together on channel 12 one evening.

From IMDB: “After Longley is forced to kill a barfly that tried to shoot him in the back, he learns a quirk in the Montana law code — any man who slays another in a fair fight is responsible for the care and feeding of the widow and children until she gets married. Longley’s efforts to escape the snare all come to naught because the widow is in love with him and wants him for a husband ….”

The Late H. B. Warner (1875-1958)

The killers go out in a gruff manner and fetch the padre, a fellow who looks as much like the late H. B. Warner as it is possible for a man to look. The Moviegoer, p. 108

Dana Andrews

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Charles Boyer and Adolph Menjou

His lips move muscularly, molding words into pleasing shapes, marshalling arguments, and during the slight pauses are held poised, attractively everted in a Charles Boyer pout — while a little web of saliva gathers in a corner like the clear oil of a good machine. — The Moviegoer, p.18

Mercer is a chesty sand-colored Negro with a shaved head and a dignified Adolph Menjou mustache. Ibid, p. 22.