Did Martin Amis predict the future?
A little bit, yes.
Let me introduce you to this passage about cuddling, yes cuddling, from Money:
I guess this means I need to read The Sound and the Fury three more times to get it.
I misspoke (miswrote?) in my preview of Money last week.
In the post, I said that the character of Lorne Guyland in Money was based on Kirk Douglas, who later would actually play Lorne Guyland in the movie adaptation of Money.
That’s incorrect, at least the second part.
There hasn’t been a film version of Money, unless you include the BBC adaptation. Lorne Guyland was based on Kirk Douglas, that’s true. But that connection came from Martin Amis’s experience working with Douglas when he was writing the screenplay for the movie Saturn 3.
This comes from an interview with Martin Amis by The Independent:
Though I won’t be revisiting George Orwell anymore in this project, I thought this piece of information was worth sharing.
Orwell’s 1984 nearly didn’t happen.
While on a camping trip in Scotland, Orwell took a small motor boat out with his son, niece and nephew. The boat got caught up in the tide and flipped. The group didn’t have on life jackets and were taken in by a whirlpool.
Orwell’s son, Richard, described the incident:
Man, movie trailers in the 1970s were all kinds of horrible.
They were cheesy, too long, and with terrible music.
Take a look at this official trailer for The Day of the Locust (released in 1975):
This is one of the more interesting little tidbits I’ve discovered about an author since I’ve started this project.
Nathanael West died the day after his good friend F. Scott Fitzgerald died in 1940.
Here’s how our friends at Wikipedia describe his death:
While researching Henry Roth, author of Call It Sleep, I found his obituary as it appeared in The New York Times on October 15, 1995.
One of the more curious aspects of Roth’s career, as described in the obituary, was his absence from the literary world for nearly 40 years. He wrote Call It Sleep in 1934, when he was 28 years old. The book was well-received but only sold 4,000 copies and it soon went out of print.
Roth wrote 75 pages of another novel, but eventually succumbed to “writer’s block” and never finished it. He wouldn’t write another novel until the 1970s. As The New York Times puts it:
You know Philip K. Dick, right? He’s the author of my 64th book from the Time list, Ubik. I previewed the book here.
Well, the late Dick’s fifth wife has a blog, and you don’t want to miss it.
It’s, um, interesting.
“Tell me about this blog,” you say. Well, okay.
The name of the blog is this:
You know whom I turn to when I want to know about the art of moviemaking?
Well, none other than Kim Jong-il, the late North Korean dictator.
Back in 1973, before he was a tyrannical dictator who tortured his people, disposed of the ones unfortunate to be born handicapped, and routinely threatened nuclear war, “The Dear Leader” wrote a book called On the Art of Cinema. It’s an actual book. With words.
Apparently, he was North Korea’s “culture minister” at the time—a post given to him by his father, the founding prime dictator, Kim Il-Sung. The little guy, Kim-Jong-il, was a movie buff who owned a vault of 15,000 films.
One chapter of his book is titled, “A Film Without Music is Incomplete.” Riveting stuff, this book.
With a chapter title like that, does anyone think he ghostwrote The Sot-Weed Factor? Or remember the book from the A Dance To The Music of Time series called “Books Do Furnish A Room.” Terrible.
The Amazon blurb about On The Art of Cinema sounds about as riveting as the book’s title itself: