Bailey Alexander

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Out come the English claws of Julie Burchill and Tina Brown

Julie Burchill, a Diana devotee fired one across the bow,"if only she'd aimed a little higher, she'd have made a top-flight stewardess". Ms Burchill's a card carrying 'chav', coined the term 'people's princess' so naturally she's defensive about the unroyal treatment Diana received pre and post mortem.

Women on women can be vicious but isn't Kate a bit too innocuous to receive so much so soon?
Are women still the fairer sex? Maybe not after figuring how to build a brand as well as any man.
Speaking of, Tina Brown took about two secs to take aim from a higher vantage point. A brilliant zeitgeist her arrow aims for highbrow, threatens to land low, eventually settling on the nobrow bulls-eye. I think Tina's a modern day version of Clair Booth Luce. Luce, the woman behind, alongside the man at Time. Gore Vidal used to muse something like, 'if clever Clair could of landed her calculating hands on a cool billion she'd have been our first female president'. Gore respected Clair, enjoyed her company, a savage, conservative tonge, dangerous with a phrase and seductive, very, very seductive.
All these media divas, far more interesting than Murdoch and so beautiful to boot, especially the Dresden doll that was Claire. I did think Tina's criticism of Diana hung precariously close to jealousy, seeming to resent Diana's ability to control the media so adroitly. Tina's analysis became catty, betrayed her intellect, "all she does is get blonder and more bronzed." One might be tempted to ask, "et tu Tina?
In regards to Kate's future Tina is filled to the brim with foreboding. Though impressed Kate was able to finally reign Wils in, even if it took 10 long years of floating a trial balloon full of enough discretion to convince Mama she's not Diana, she fears Kate's life is now going to get even more boring than before.
They seem such a modern couple, Kate's well put together, wants Wils and he wants her. Once the drama of their wedding comes to pass she may want nothing more than to sit in their secluded home in Wales and write, read, chat and create the next heir and spare.
Not everyone craves the kind of busy behavior that eliminate the ability to bare witness through any lens but the white light variety. Not everyone wants to be Tina. Kate and Williams' marriage will become an ordeal sooner than most, so let's just hope they keep up the romance and the negotiations at a minimum like any other modern relationship.
Kate's suffered 10 yrs of the waity Kate game, let's give her some good wishes, ironically, she'll need 'em more than most.

Kate and Wils; Let the drama commence

The Daily Mail, so cheeky, With this, my mother's ring, I will thee wed. The Guardian, predictably rings bitter with "You better enjoy it, you'll be paying for it!"
Boh, wrong couple, but that hair, those eyes, wasn't she adorable before she 'got glam'...am always slightly taken aback by Tina Brown and English friends that went to Oxford, smart, savvy, sporty girls, they've little time for her, loathe her even, but I'm American, most of us were mad for the girl, 'specially then.

Alas this time, the drama will be mostly manufactured; Kate's naturally thin for heaven's sake and he seems so nice, doesn't have any of his father's eccentricities. Does have that rare accent though, lovely mouth full of marbles sound, gorgeously old fashioned.
Of course, today's announcement allows The Daily Telegraph to proffer their first of what shall be many 'souvenir' editions.
Some things never change.

Edith Wharton and Dawn Powell owned their writerly worlds.

Re-visited House of Mirth. Wharton was my mother's favorite author and I'm reminded exactly why, her writing style referred to as dramatic irony. Wharton not only understood her world, she owned her world. Both she and Dawn Powell had perfect pitch respective of their geographically unique New York addresses.

Dawn Powell, doyenne of Greenwich village knew bohemian, writers, poets mixed with professional ad men, salesmen, working woman sans white glove and romance. Wharton's milieu was class, manners, Powell preferred those on the make and how they all drank, highballs from morning til night. Wharton captured upper, rarefied, protocol, gilded, Powell covered everyone else. I love Dawn Powell.

But I also understand why Muv loved Edith Wharton, her world in San Fran not too far from the other coast. This novel, House of Mirth, a particular masterpiece. Her command so clear as she locates her prey, her motive, she swoops in so gracefully, effortlessly, not a spot of blood left behind, nothing but a softly jarring sensation she must know every single thought you've ever experienced throughout your entire life. Dawn does the same, both women so extraordinarily well read, curious and compassionate, a way of yesterday perhaps.
There is this moment, a moment with which I can identify, when Wharton's character sees through another person's retina, her view quickly shifts, the rosy glow fades away as the path looks long, straight, free of any promise of detour, even when absolutely necessary. Change is imminent.
Neither writers rebelled against change but rather embraced it, forgave it, their profound sense of empathy overriding everything, underlining their acute sense of us, our motives, without ever having to hit the couch. No guilt, no concentric circles, just deep, warm, humorous comprehension.

TSA, Teabag Muzak, Traffic and Max Keiser's desire to crash the market

I love Jon Stewart, love his-middle-of-the-road-why-don't-we-all-get-along-message. It rings positive, moderate and decent, it feels like the America I grew up in; safe, secure, gorged with opportunity and upwardly mobile. I listened to his interview with Rachel Maddow last night, they discussed themselves, mainstream media, it was nice.
For texture, I also made time for Max Keiser. Max is less moderate, very interested in driving social media traffic and how financial 'truth' is shared. Max is a US expat living in Paris, film-maker, broadcaster, former broker and options trader who hosts On the Edge, a news and analysis show hosted by Iran's Press TV.'

Whenever Max visits Infowars/PrisonPlanet, he valiantly tries to provide Alex with perspective on Europe. This proves challenging because Alex is a gun toting, christian constitutionalist patriot who thinks the 'globalists' are slowly killing us all by design. Oh, and Alex is from Texas. Alex lives, huffs and puffs CONSPIRACY. He's partially insane, slightly dangerous, sincere and immensely entertaining and boasts the largest radio audience on the planet, which he thinks a prison, hence the name of his show.
Today, Max tried to guide Alex back to sanity by offering his take on how Glenn Beck (mainstream) and Matt Drudge (alternative) are hy-jacking Alex Jones (hard core alternative) material but Alex is not convinced, not to worry, Max has an idea.
Max began by discussing Europe's recent protests. He thinks local groups are beginning to focus their anger and direct it toward the banks. He's calling it the battle between savers and speculators. The savers are simply people who want to work, make a decent living and have enough left for holiday, enjoy a trip to Spain perhaps, this kind of thing.
The bankers, the speculators play against the 'savers' interests. The bankers want their interest rates kept near zero so they can borrow money for free, speculate and make wild bets and make tons of money. Fair enough, but when they lose, which they do every now and then, they don't want to suffer the consequences. They're savvy enough enough to get government to bail them out which in turn means someone must suffer and it's probably going to be the savers who must agree to accept austere measures and work until the day they die in order to pay off the speculator's debt. Such as it spins in the orbit that is Max Keiser.
Max feels strongly this financial 'truth' is destroying lives all over the world hence the rioting in Ireland, Paris, Greece, etc. Alex agrees and this makes him mad. He's already really, really mad to begin with and he really, really wants Americans to quit drinking the flouridated water which he insists makes then dull, drunk and way too apathetic. This is but one conspiracy in a million that are well documented and live in neat stacks all over Alex's desk which must be very, very large indeed.
I personally, never get to see these much vaulted stacks because I prefer to leave the rant in the background, on my iPhone on the windowsill, kinda like teabag muzak, while I'm on my knees trying to find the fur Colette and Godot left the day before, mysteriously lurking in some new corner...what am I but a valet.
Max, on the other hand insists America is only slightly behind the times and will soon catch up with those across the pond. Max says, yes, Americans still enjoy the benefits of the greenback being the reserve currency but this will change as well as the artificially low price of gas and food, but boy, when they skyrocket, and they will, according to Max, America will face their own economic reality and its citizens will riot, big time. I have my doubts. About all of this, hence the Jon Stewart/Max Keiser 'blend'.
However, in the mean time Max has an idea. He asked Alex to do something he's been doing for several weeks, but with a nifty spin. Alex has been asking his audience to drive traffic by identifying a 'favorite phrase', then making his millions of listeners frantically type in his 'favorite phrase' over and over again which they do like good christian soldiers, connecting them and others to a specific link, highlighting one of the many conspiracy theories that live amongst the many stacks scattered across his desk. So far, everytime, his 'favorite phrase' has hit #1 on google.
The whole TSA thing is proof Alex Jones is driving traffic, but who is wagging whom, still seems sort of up in the air.
Allors, back to Max's idea. All he asks is that Alex get 100 million Americans to buy a silver coin and they will, by power of his 'Favorite phrase', buy 100 million silver coins and voila, JP Morgan will crash. Simple. As. That.
Doesn't sound so simple to me, and I've no idea how radicial this idea is, how practical, no idea other than I'll be somewhere when it does, yes, that much is certain.