Friday, December 30, 2005

The Damned and the Beautiful

For a change of pace, I thought I would take a break from reading film biographies. Instead, I thought I might read up on the Jazz Age - one of my favorite periods in history. I've had a copy of The Damned and the Beautiful, by Paula Fass, sitting around for sometime. Originally published by Oxford University Press in 1977, this almost 500 page book is a sociological study of American youth in the 1920's. After the first few chapters, I decided I really couldn't finish this book. I found it somewhat dry, though interesting at times. I skimmed over the remaining chapters.



The author did her homework. She quotes from a number of books, magazine articles, and even student newspapers from the time. (Thus, I found the footnotes especially interesting! Fass cited a bunch of university newspapers, some of which I hope to eventually explore for Louise Brooks / Denishawn reviews.) One thing I especially liked about the book were the quotes which prefaced each chapter. Chapter 7 begins with these.

"To me the Jazz Age signifies an age of freedom in thought and action. The average young person of today is not bound by the strict conventions which governed the actions of previous generations." - University of Denver coed

"The word flapper to us means not a female atrocity who smokes, swears, delights in pictures like The Shiek and kisses her gentlemen friends goodnight, although there is no particular harm in any of the foregoing. We always think of the flapper as the independent, 'pally' young woman, a typical American product. Frivolity . . . . is not a crime, and flappers, being young, are naturally frivolous.

Any real girl . . . who has the vitality of young womanhood, who feels pugilistically inclined when called the 'weaker sex,' who resents being put on a pedestal and worshipped from afar, who wants to get into things herself, is a flapper . . . . The flapper is the girl who is responsible for the advancement of woman's condition in the world. The weak, retiring, 'clinging' variety of woman really does nothing in the world but cling." - Letter to the editor, Daily Illini, April 20, 1922


I will probably go back to this book sometimes, at least to pick through the footnotes. I've starting reading another, less academic, book - That Jazz, by Ethan Mordden. Originally published in 1978, this 300-plus page book is subtitled "An Idiosyncratic Social History of the American Twenties." I first notice this title in the bibliography of Louise Brooks, by Barry Paris. I am about thirty pages into it - and am liking it.

p.s. Mordden is best known as the author of well-received books on opera, film, and theater. He is also a novelist. In 1988, he published a novel entitled Everybody Loves You: Further Adventures in Gay Manhattan, in which he drops the name of a certain silent film star. . . ."When we gather at the board, I babble, dispersing the attacks. I am like a bag lady in the scattered energy of my references. I speak of Louise Brooks, of The Egoist, of Schubert's song cycles. They nod. They ask intelligent questions."

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Considered the "Jennifer Aniston" of her days

I noticed a handmade jewelry box for sale on eBay. A couple of Louise Brooks images adorn the lid. However, what stood out was the description provided by the seller identifying the silent film star - "She was considered the 'Jennifer Aniston' of her days. Everyone had her haircut." That's a new one!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

LB on YouTube

YouTube is a website where individuals can watch, upload and share fast streaming videos. A search of the site will reveal four Louise Brooks clips. There are brief two minutes clips from The Show Off and Diary of a Lost Girl, as well as a longer, seven minute clip from Pandora's Box (with music by Marcella Detroit - To Die For). Also on the site is a complete one-hour, twenty minute version of The Show Off. I haven't watched it yet, thus I can't speak to quality. A search of the site also turns up clips featuring Clara Bow, Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, Mabel Normand, Greta Garbo, Harold Lloyd, Rudolph Valentino and Alla Nazimova and others.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Poems "about" eary film stars

My friend Gianluca, who alerted me to a recent edition of a book of poems by Tadeusz Rozewicz featuring an image of Louise Brooks on the cover, also found a webpage from Cuba featuring a handful of poems "about" eary film stars, including one "about" Louise Brooks! There are other poems "about" Theda Bara, Buster Keaton, Mary Pickford, Mae Murray, Charlie Chaplin and others. The poems are by Carlos Esquivel, a contemporary Cuban writer. Here is the Brooks' piece (whose title translates as "A Love Letter to Louise Brooks").

                                                      UNA CARTA DE AMOR PARA LOUISE BROOKS

Nada me une a ti sino lo que está más lejos:
el padre que no pude decir abrácense hijos,
esta sequía que ya aburre
 y junta las hebras de dormir con las de estar muertos,
ese perro recién nacido por los golpes y la fragilidad
de los apostadores,
y el trueno que no nos deja un águila viva.
Nada une como secar la pólvora en que hemos estado a salvo
mientras guardan en los sepulcros las hachas húmedas por la sangre
de otras muchachas.
Condenado a ser un hombre triste,
como un mensajero que se acoda
en la tribu enemiga, viviendo fuera de los muertos que le pertenecen,
doloroso y elegido en esta religión de olvidarte,
en la tierra que huele a abalorios, a coz,
advenedizo ante el oráculo y el agua áspera de las consignas.
Pero no soy quien cae de rodillas
y echa fuera de la armadura su presagio de vejez.
Sólo soy quien declara su amor como el prisionero
apostado a soñar con lo imposible.
Ya la madre no pensará en nosotros,
y en las misas los tambores llamarán a la fornicación,
heridos por el ácido de las absoluciones
y por los peñascos de quienes vaticinan
una zona blanca para los esqueletos amados.
Bienvenidos, dirán los niños,
y rezaremos ardiendo los sepulcros,
vueltos a callar en la carne y en la madera,
derribados por el coraje y la orina con que el hijo nos condenaba.
La sangre debe unir todo lo que en mí se hunde.
Debajo de esta barba de príncipe, mi corazón intacto
a las arrugas y a los zarcillos,
derramándose por las moras y los herbolarios,
húmedo de las concubinas que  habrán cobrado mi locura.
El corazón cercado,  como el tonto pájaro de Atamelipa.
Nada me une a ti sino lo que ruedea devolviéndose.
Augurar también que nos pregunten,
que en el vientre y los muslos un hijo nos pertenezca.
Nada me une más a ti que lo que no existe,
una espalda que imagino como única mentira,
y una muchacha con su cuerno de caza terminando la historia.
Quién sabe con qué esperanza tendremos el alcohol,
y la garganta hará un incendio para hacernos olvidar,
para sentarnos ante el poema
e inventar un grito.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Find in a Library

Looking for Louise Brooks: Portrait of an Anti-Star or a biography of Clara Bow or Lya Da Putti? How about a book on Denishawn or silent film? Here is a clever web application which will help you determine which libraries have what your're looking for. "Find in a Library" lets you use search sites to locate books, videos and other materials in a library near you. When your search term matches words associated with a library-owned item - such as a title or author's name - your search results can include a link for that item with the prefix "Find in a Library." And remember, if your local library doesn't have a particular title, they may be able to borrow it from another library through inter-library loan.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Angela Carter play

There is an article in today's Guardian about a play by Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus, which is being staged at the Lyric Hammersmith in London. Carter - one of the great writers of post-World War II Britian - was something of a "fan" of Louise Brooks, and she wrote about the actress on a couple of occassions. This article also discusses Brooks, femme fatales, Lulu and the Wedekind play - all of which interested Brooks.

"Carter was always intrigued by the femme fatale and the 'performance' of femininity - hardly for her a universal, but a construct made up of a time's assumptions and wishes. She translated the German playwright and cabaret artist Frank Wedekind's plays Earth Spirit and Pandora's Box, where Lulu, that original turn-of-the-20th-century fatal woman, is born. Fevvers' sensational journey, the clowns and strong men of Nights, the lesbian lover and the waif, not to mention Fevvers' ribald enactment of sexual wiles and the predatory grand duke who tries to turn her into a toy, owe something to Lulu.


Carter's winged aerialist is a bold late-20th-century woman's response to the myth of the femme fatale: the woman who is both mysterious and fatal because she is made the repository of the male's forbidden desires. Writing about Louise Brooks, the great silent film incarnation of Lulu, Carter notes: "Desire does not so much transcend its object as ignore it completely in favour of a fantastic re-creation of it. Which is the process by which the femme gets credited with fatality. Because she is perceived not as herself but as the projection of those libidinous cravings which, since they are forbidden, must always prove fatal."

Lulu may just be a good-hearted girl, whore or not, but Wedekind and her suitors would have her embody mystery and become the instrument of vice. The femme fatale's punishment for sex . . . . "

I would be interested in hearing from anyone in London who has the chance to see this stage play.

Epitomized "Sad Young Men"

On this day in 1940, the great American novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald died in Hollywood. (Louise Brooks had met the writer some years earlier.) "Mr. Fitzgerald in his life and writings epitomized 'all the sad young men' of the post-war generation. With the skill of a reporter and ability of an artist he captured the essence of a period when flappers and gin and 'the beautiful and the damned' were the symbols of the carefree madness of an age." More from the original New York Times obituary can be read here.
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