Braindump. Blogdump. Got back from Brighton this morning (which took nearly three hours due to the information wilderness that is everyone who works for Railtrack/Thameslink/insert here name of the rail provider of your choice).
Couldn't get out of bed yesterday, late night on Saturday, so made it to the beach for twoish, just missed K's friend's samba band, but got there in time for a wonderful barbeque with D, C, P, J and D (for anyone who knows anything about the Wellhausen Hypothesis, these are real people, not biblical literary strands). Despite the impromptu-ness, D was a great cook, and there's nothing like sitting on the beach with the wind in your hair eating freshly bbq'd just-caught fish and listening to live music.
Saw Catherine M interviewed by Edmund White. (Incidentally, he spoke great French, but with a so-American accent I was embarassed for him). She presents interesting ideas about a bohemian/libertine/liberal world that I've never encountered, and in a very down-to-earth way. It was billed as "art and pornography", but it's not. It's just the life mirroring art/mirroring life debate, with intimate details.
She said something that made me wonder: "Historically, the aim of sexuality was procreation. Today, we think it's orgasm. But I think it hasn't got any precise aim." So what is she on about, then? She's not militant about sexual liberty (I think she may not be militant about anything - she really, really looks like someone's mother), but the ability to talk about it. But it's not a confession. It's a recis. Whatever that is. The best laugh came from Edmund White, vying with her in the who's-slept-with-more-men-stakes, in describing 1962 to 1982 as the "golden years of promiscuity."
I think she just wants her fifteen minutes of better-educated-than-Jerry-Springer fame.
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