In the Flesh
October 18th, 2006
It was one of those downtown nights that go a long way toward justifying the absurd rent we pay: as part of an epic lineup, Marcy read at Rachel Kramer Bussel’s In the Flesh series at Happy Ending. There were Victorian choose-your-own-sex adventure novelists, Stephen Elliott, Mo Beasley’s UrbanErotika poet’s posse, and somebody simply known as the Pussy Miner.
My favorite reader I’m not married to was Jami Attenberg, whose story “Catch and Release” you can read at Nerve.com. Also seen eating cupcakes in the dark red recesses of Happy Ending: Lisa, Nichelle, Jolene, and Dan Alford. Here’s a little video of Marcy, which I hope you enjoy–I had to throw pornographic magazines at interfering paparazzi to get it. I’m not proud of this, but it’s true.
Later, we crashed the second open bar of the week, some kind of movie party for a shoot down the block, there was champagne and rumors of Hollywood stars. Night of the Hunter played on a wall and Jami introduced us to Indochina-bound John, Alternadad Neal Pollack, and the MacArthur-winning mastermind behind Diner Dash.
We got a ride home from Christen Clifford, who had read a piece about getting locked out of her apartment with a breastfeeding baby in one hand and a vibrator in the other. And here’s the last name I’ll drop in this post: on our way out, Marcy ran into Helen Hunt and handed her a copy of Twins. It was a decidedly Shortbus kind of night–sane and permeable.
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