From: I. Zelnik
Category: Amis
Date: 9/1/99
Time: 1:05:13 PM
Remote Name: 129.219.126.131
http://www.guardianunlimited.co.uk/Archive/Article/0,4273,3847972,00.html Click the link for Suzie Mackenzie's hatchet-piece on Erica Jong. Although I suppose Suzie is using a sledgehammer to crack a walnut (to borrow Stephen Pepper's metaphor). Erica Jong is such a bore-mongering nonentity that she hardly deserves a slagging. Although I did enjoy that passage of fine quality toilet humor in *Fear of Flying*, where she talks about Toilets Around The World. She said that German toilet bowls contain a small pedestal for the poo-poo to drop onto. For your inspective pleasure, presumably.
Jules, the Erica Jong pellet-turd-of-a-book that you referred to (in which La Jong insults La Phillips) is called *How To Save Your Own Life*. (Although in Limeyland it was doubtlessly decapitalized into *How to save your own life*. Which is another example of American blowhardism versus English modesty & understatement.)
*How To Save Your Own Life* was so incredibly insubstantial that the lines of text practically disappeared right after you read them, sorta like an instantly evaporating slime-trail left by a snail. It preceded Julia Phillips' bitchfest. I was amused at how Julia Phillips was turned off by Cokeheads Anonymous by the simple fact that she didn't believe in a "Higher Power". What a gal.
Just for the record, I'd like to take this opportunity to recount a dream I had the other night. (In case the dream turns out to be a psychic premonition.) I dreamt about meeting Princess Margaret on a mountain-top. Nothing really happened. It was a profoundly dull dream. But if anything happens to Princess Margaret on a mountain-top, remember that you heard it here first.