Eloise

Every ten years or so, like bouts of malaria, Kay Thompson’s demon spawn from the inner bowels of hell alter-ego Eloise resurfaces in my life. Heck, I can still remember the unholy fuss the Today show made over the 40th anniversary. And don’t get me started on dropping several copies of Eloise: The Ultimate Edition  (collection of the four original Eloise books) on my foot, my frosted pop tart right baby toe is screaming in pain as I type and that WAS ALMOST TEN YEARS AGO! The latest run in with the undead little demon parading in human form Eloise was almost stepping on Sam Irvin’s Kay Thompson biography at the Book Barn Downtown and a few days later coming across original editions of some of the later works at the N-w B-t-n library. So I figured it was time to welcome Satan’s love child the little angel back into my life. I should have listened to my poor right foot that went totally numb when I touched Eloise in Paris. But sadly, I didn’t.

For those lucky souls (Blacklight) who haven’t meet THE MOST FAMOUS RESIDENT OF THE PLAZA HOTEL EVER (the Dadster, sibling Tichy), the most evil creature on the planet ever and that means more evil than Justin Beiber Eloise is a lively six year old who lives in New York City’s world famous The Plaza Hotel with her doting Nannie. Nannie is English and likes to drink and order from Room Service. Nannie must get paid a fair whack from Mama Eloise because honestly would YOU want to be responsible for this child? Eloise, whose mother must have pictures of The Plaza’s owner with an eight ball, an underage donkey and a chainsaw, has free run of the hotel. She commandeers the elevator, she scamper dampers here, there and EVERYWHERE. She scribbles on walls, peeks her nose into places she has no business…hello The Venetian Room is FOR GROWNUPS ONLY YOU LITTLE BISH! Yet somehow there are other guests who stay at The Plaza. I think the manager must drink heavily. Either that or Mama Eloise has pictures of him with that underage donkey too!

Now “Gwen stop being a bitch” you might say. Or “Eloise is just the most wonderful child ever, so free and creative”. Or “The Poor Little Thing Is Just Acting Out Because Her Parents Abandoned Her”. Interesting points. You know what? I was a creative little monster who got spanked when she colored Barbie’s hair with magic markers and food dye. And cross dressed Ken and GI Joe. And yup, we never do see the two unholy creatures each responsible for half Eloise’s DNA. We never hear about Eloise’s father. And Mama Eloise is always far far far far away. But can’t Nannie discipline the little monster? Come on Nannie DO IT DO IT DO IT!

Eloise almost ten years after I spent several weeks flinching every time I had to stock the picture book section has the same effect on me. Pain…oh the pain.  I can’t WAIT to return this particular book to the library! Uncombed hair and unbrushed teeth be damned!

Sinners

When you get to my great age (okay I know I’m not THAT old but when you’ve spent the day chatting with a younger coworker old enough to be your son, well…you know), you forget certain things. Turning off the oven (guess who has charcoal briquettes…I mean chicken nuggets for lunch tomorrow?), charging your cell phone, checking the weather report BEFORE leaving the house in cute velvet ballet flats on a rainy day, remembering Sinners has to be the worst 1970s Jackie Collins novel EVER!

Even worse than The Love Killers.

Actually The Love Killers has an interesting story, three women getting revenge for the murder of their friend. But Sinners?

WHISKEY TANGO FROSTED POP TART. Why didn’t I remember how bad this was?!?!

The only thing keeping me from flinging said book against the wall was a) did NOT want to have to buy replacement copy and b) book hitting the wall would have woken up the small children next door leading to their mother yelling for them to go back to sleep. So Sunday Simmons Is An Idiot Sinners ended up on the nightstand.

Now I read some awful books as a young lass (see review of June Flaum Singer novels, Rae Lawrence’s Satisfication) so what makes the divine Jackie’s Sinners stand out? Hmmm…

-over the top names: our Brazilian/French heroine SUNDAY SIMMONS, robo-bimbo aka Gold Digga DINI SYDNE…honestly, my brain HURTS just typing that last name let alone reading it…my brain was “ummm Didi, Dimbo….DINDI? Like Cindi? Whiskey Tango Frosted Poptart!”. Almost makes himbo actor Branch Strong sound refreshing versus a bi-curious porn star.

-Queen’s English to Americun English: thank the deity of your choice I gobble old British gentle read novels because if not I would have been the spouse asking “what’s a box-room?”. (very long story for another day).

At this stage of the game Jackie was still split between America and the UK. And it shows. Not so bad you need an annotated Jackie Collins (how COOL would THAT BE?) but still.

-Sunday Simmons: our golden skinned/haired lioness heroine with luscious knockers that can poke out your eye in a totally hot but classy way (Blacklight; “keep talking” Me: “Pervert!’) makes you LONG for Lucky Santangelo. Because Lucky has BALLS. Big, clanking, how can she walk brass ones.

Sunday Simmons? She has ethics about been exploited on a film in the first few chapters. Go Sunday, git yours. She manages to avoid getting too involved with man-ho actor Steve Magnum (they’re engaged but she finds out he’s cheated on her with her so called friend Dimbo DAMNIT DINDI before they do the deed).

But the divine Jackie sure makes up for it. By the last seventy five pages Sunday’s gotten raped or nearly raped by creepy hot French director/utter bastard Claude, the two actors in Claude’s film who do a rape scene BY RAPING THE LEAD ACTRESS WHILE THE CAMERA ROLLS, a group of twisted bleepers who can only get off on having sex at “black magic parties” (I dare you, I triple dog DARE YOU to get this far into the book) and lastly by her stalker/chauffeur Herbert Lincoln Jefferson.

And the last page?

Guess what’s most likely to happen to Sunday now that’s she’s escaped to England with her new boyfriend Charlie Brick? EWWWW….

In one of the earlier HP Lovecraft Literary Podcast episodes, hosts Chad and Chris mention that a story has an opening that feels like a first draft/trial run for a truly classic opening. British comedian Charlie Brick might seem like a rerun of Charlie Dollar but his quirky comedian with an outrageous former showbiz mother feels like a dry run for Lenny and Alice Golden in Lucky.

Same goes with a cameo featuring two strippers (one beyond skinny, one hugely plump) brings to mind George I’s two mistresses from Hanover AND the groupies who hook up with Al King’s doomed son in Lovers and Gamblers. Sorry…spoiler alert I guess…

And yes, I DID just make a historical reference about a Jackie Collins novel. 

Ramblings aside, Sinners lives up to it’s name. It’s full of sin/scandal/sex. It’s also a difficult read if you’ve only read Jackie Collins 1980s and after.

Read Sinners if you MUST, but don’t come crying to me or asking for the $8 to replace the paperback at your local library.

 

 

Cult TV: The Comedies

When people in the office talk about oh….American Idol or The Bachelor or The Big Bang Theory I’m the person mentally rolling their eyes and cranking up Mr iPod so high that the International Space Station is all “Hey, mind knocking up the Duran Duran fest? Got any Beastie Boys or something?” And no, it’s NOT because my co-workers have dubbed me “Girl Sheldon”…yes as in Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory….sighhh…

I do watch TV. Honestly, my Twitter feed for the last week has been ranting about The Brittas Empire on You-Tube….and yeah, okay so maybe that wasn’t the best example. I do watch Hoarders and Intervention and their ilk. But my fictional/scripted TV preferences aren’t on available with my Comcast cable package. So Jon E. Lewis and Penny Stempel’s Cult TV: The Comedies seemed like a good bet when I spied it on the library shelf. Notice the seemed? Good!

Photos of Rowan Atkinson as the Elizabethan Blackadder and a lovely shot of Red Dwarf crew circa Series 4 (so heart Chris Barrie!) aside, a large part of the entries just didn’t hit my cult tv radar. I grew up in the 1970s/1980s. I watched A LOT of television (network and PBS). I loved television. But perhaps my definition of cult tv is defective like so many other things in my life. Because have you ever heard of this tiny, barely known show called….The Cosby Show? Or The Andy Griffith Show? Golden Girls? Cheer? Green Acres? Happy Days? Barney Miller? The Simpsons? The Mary Tyler Moore Show? Bewitched? Family Ties? Night Court? The Bob Newhart Show? FRIENDS? SEINFIELD!!?!?!?! Freaking Nancy Sinatra admitted to staying home to watch the end of FREAKING SEINFIELD the night her father Frank died!

<cue Gwen’s head exploding all over 14 foot high living room walls leaving Blacklight to puzzle out how to clean them…>

How can a giant or classic hit be considered a cult? Cult because the masses adored them? That’s a major religion! Why not cull these hit entries and create a companion volume TV LAND Presents: Classic Hits or some such nonsense? Seriously? The Beverly Freaking Hillbillies? A show that had an episode that was one of the most watched television episodes until the mid-freaking 1980s? What’s next?  The inclusion of such hits totally takes away from reading about things that like Spitting Image or Dad’s Army or The Good Life that might have only hit our side of the pond thanks to public television.

The idea of a book devoted to cult television comedies is a good one, don’t get me wrong. But come up with strict guidelines (American cult television classics or British cult television classics) and then tell me all about them. Break down the shows season by season, get me to want to hunt down the DVDs on Netflix or scour the libraries ancient VHS collections or even YouTube to see what I missed. Don’t hand me something that dominated an era (am looking at YOU Cosby Show and Cheers and The Simpsons) and tell me it’s a cult thing. Turn me onto to something I’ve missed/longed for or don’t even bother. As the site tag line says “There is just NOT enough time for books…” especially when the book is a disappointment..