After researching more on Fran Lebowitz…
I’ve learned she wrote two books…
Metropolitan Life & Social Studies…
(Again? Where has my head been?)
And they’re both now in a collection called:
The Fran Lebowitz Reader
I’ve decided…
Merry Christmas early to me—from me!
I’m going to buy The Fran Lebowitz Reader.
After even more research…
I came upon this article written by Cynthia Heimel…
That appeared in the 1981 September 14th addition of New York…
Where Ms. Heimel interviewed Fran.
I think Fran’s take on writing is hysterical.
“Writing is the diametric opposite of having fun. All of life, as far as I’m concerned, is an excuse not to write. I just write when fear overtakes me. It causes paralytic terror. It’s really scary just getting to the desk—we’re talking now five hours. My mouth gets dry, my heart beats fast. I react psychologically the same way other people react with a plane loses an engine.” She has many ways to avoid writing: talking on the phone, collecting wrapping paper, sleeping, reading every book she can get her hands on (“The English faggots were the best”), driving around in her Checker Marathon, hanging around with Paloma Picasso, and discovering suspicious lumps on her body. She is an incredible hypochondriac—the only thing she fears more than writing is going to the doctor.
The article also included photos of Fran.
While reading the article and looking at the photos…
I began to have a strange reaction to Fran.
Hmm?
I was somewhat attracted to her, though not in a romantic way…
Yet there was something–
I suddenly realized…
She looks exactly like the therapist I was seeing in the ‘80’s!
(for therapy, not dating)
Oh, too weird, too weird!
Hmm?
I’m going to research my brain for awhile…
To find out if my fascination with Fran Lebowitz…
Is more about me than her.
Always, Em-Musing
