NEFF I wish you'd tell me what's engraved on that anklet.
PHYLLIS Just my name.
NEFF As for instance?
NEFF Phyllis. I think I like th NEFF I wish you'd tell me what's engraved on that anklet.
PHYLLIS Just my name.
NEFF As for instance?
NEFF Phyllis. I think I like that.
PHYLLIS But you're not sure?
NEFF I'd have to drive it around the block a couple of times.
PHYLLIS There's a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
NEFF How fast was I going, officer?
PHYLLIS I'd say about ninety.
NEFF Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.
PHYLLIS Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.
NEFF Suppose it doesn't take.
PHYLLIS Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.
NEFF Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.
This itty bitty 69 page book explains how Billy Wilder hired Raymond Chandler to co-write the script which took James M Cain’s magazine serial and blowtorched it into something delicate, delicious and dangerous. It wasn’t an easy process:
One day Chandler did not appear for work. Instead he delivered an ultimatum scribbled on a yellow legal pad. It was a list of Wilder’s offences against decorum, and the novelist demanded that the director forswear all of them, including peremptory demands unaccompanied by the word “please”, that Chandler close an open door or adjust the Venetian blinds
Chandler’s final assessment of his gig with Billy :
[It was] an agonizing experience, and has probably shortened my life, but I learned from it as much about screen writing as I am capable, which is not much. ...more
I had thought all you needed to know about Jeffrey Dahmer was in 1) The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer by Brian Masters 2) A Father’s Story by Lionel Dahmer 3)I had thought all you needed to know about Jeffrey Dahmer was in 1) The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer by Brian Masters 2) A Father’s Story by Lionel Dahmer 3) The Stone Phillips interview with Mr and Mrs Dahmer and Jeffrey available on youtube But now comes this peculiar addition, a graphic novel about the author’s friendship (kind of) with JD during his high school years at Eastview Junior High School in Bath, Ohio. This was the kind of friendship where a group of guys fairly low down in the social hierarchy adopt a mascot even lower down and more despised than they are. Jeffrey was the freak they adopted. What made him a freak at the age of 15 and 16?
He threw fake epileptic fits and mimicked the slurred speech and spastic tics of someone with cerebral palsy
He would do this in the cafeteria or in the corridors in order to entertain his classmates, who otherwise entirely ignored him.
Looking back on it know, knowing what we know, it seems incomprehensible that Dahmer could get away with such bizarre behavior. But it’s not as if he was the only freak at school.
Backderf develops his argument very carefully and convincingly – Jeffrey Dahmer fairly quickly went completely insane when he was a teenager and there was no adult intervention, because in those days, adults did not take any notice of kids. They would see right through them. The parents were involved in their own bitter fighting, which ended in a very nasty divorce. The teachers (some of whom were young stoners like the students) either turned a blind eye or were oblivious to Jeff’s weird behavior and also the fact that he was mostly drunk at school (he had no problem getting hold of alcohol).
So when Jeff was 18 the father left the house, then the mother left with the younger brother, and Jeff was all alone. No friends now, having left high school. Father moved back to the house in a couple of months. As the devil makes work for idle hands, that’s when Jeff killed his first young male, who was a hitch-hiker, on 15 June 1978.
Backderf illustrates an incident which happened three days later, when Jeff was trying to dispose of the corpse. The cops stopped Jeff in the middle of the night while he had bags containing the remains in the back of the car smelling to high heaven. Instead of taking a look at the offending items, and making a grisly discovery, the cops gave Jeff a sobriety test and a citation for drifting over the centre line. Just imagine, they could have saved the lives of Jeff’s next sixteen victims, but again, the adults of Bath, Ohio weren’t paying any kind of attention.
This subject is extremely lurid but My Friend Dahmer is sober and thoughtful. At the heart of the story is the problem that you really never do know what’s happening with your son, your friend, your brother, your husband, your colleague, your boss, your father, your sister, your mother, your partner. As the Chiffons sang in May 1965, when Jeff was 5 years old
Nobody knows what’s going on in my mind but me ...more
Here's a strange one - this is a mindmelting gorgeous illustrated kids book from 1907 and let me just brag here that I have an original edition, yes sHere's a strange one - this is a mindmelting gorgeous illustrated kids book from 1907 and let me just brag here that I have an original edition, yes sir, yes ma'am, bought for a song in an old bookshop many years ago. The catch here is that these ballads are told by the child to the parent in a fairly teeth-on-edge cutesey 1907 way, but it really works. Another odd thing was that the author was a prominent socialist, although I find not much proselytising going on in here.
But alas, those Edwardians could not keep from racism for long, and modern readers coming across "The Bishump, The Lion and the Crocumdile" will be spluttering their latte macchiato all over the place. It's such a shame as the illustrations are so brilliant.
The five stars are for the non-racist ballads. ...more