endquestionmark: okay so this is a fantastic post about donna tartt’s commitment to the #aesth
endquestionmark:okay so this is a fantastic post about donna tartt’s commitment to the #aesthetic but have any of you seen this postcard? it’s from 1997, as far as i can find out. i have an original but it, like most of my possessions at the moment, is in one box or another. the point here is the caption on the other side of the postcard, which, as far as i can recall, is something along the lines of“donna tartt and her companion, pongo, pictured here in the form of a pug”.“pictured here in the form of a pug”! this is bonkers. you cannot make this up.but wait. there is more.There’s another story, too - that of the Tartt answering machine, which allegedly played a recording of TS Eliot reading - although, interestingly, whoever told the story couldn’t decide which lines of The Waste Land he read (there are two different stories).the waste land!!! the waste land!!! on an answering machine!!!Then she goes on to tell the story that I’ve heard a thousand times: how, at the first, I was too small to wear regular baby clothes and had to be diapered in handkerchiefs, which had everyone in a quandary until someone hit upon the idea of doll’s clothes, a small trunk of which was unearthed in some forgotten toy box.have you read the autobiographical piece that she wrote for harper’s? i could literally quote the whole thing here and it would not weaken my case. go do it.I remember seeing her at a Fling into Spring party, where everybody else was in black, in her seersucker suit, with a cigarette and a gin and tonic. Her room was a little bit of a salon. She and I, Jill Eisenstadt. Two writers named Mark Shaw and Orianne Smith. Donna gave what were supposed to be teas, but she had this little cabinet with liquor in it. We’d get totally shitfaced. Donna is the only person I know who can drink me under the table. I mean, she’s this tiny person, and I’m really big, but at the end of an evening I’ll be tap-dancing in the street and yodeling, and she’ll be exactly the way she was at the beginning, not even slurring her words.if you’ll forgive me, this is a bret easton ellis quote that makes a solid case for donna tartt not only writing the secret history, but living the secret history.“She was very put-together, very controlled. One year at the end of term, a bunch of us had been up all night for days; I remember she calmed us all down by reading aloud from P. G. Wodehouse. And Donna was always dressed. She wore what was appropriate for the hour of the day. She dressed for dinner. She liked well-tailored boys’ suits. If you went to her room at four A.M.—she was an insomniac—you’d find her sitting at her desk, smoking a cigarette, wearing a perfectly pressed white shirt buttoned to the top, collar studs, trousers with a knife crease.”same source, different classmate. again: i could not make this up.No one is suggesting human sacrifices took place.oh, of course. who would suggest that. -- source link
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