I looked more closely in the rearview, and this time I recognized him. Of course, she’s the source of that legend.” Anaïs sometimes holds court there, fabulating reminiscences and emanating her legendary Life Force. I doubt I could control myself if I spotted Truman’s malicious mug leering in my direction.” “Also a few literary parasites, I’m afraid. Lots of writers hang out there, I think.” “The Gotham Book Mart is probably still open. I’m not feeling sufficiently…existential.” “How about Elaine’s?” I suggested, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. “Wherever I can find some intelligent company,” he sighed.įrom a certain lyrical eloquence in the sigh, I guessed he meant literary company. “Money and brains never the twain shall meet without giving rise to truly lethal tedium.”
“Old bores,” he muttered as he climbed in.
Outside a posh club, I was hailed by a tall, handsome gent in evening dress. One night in the winter of 1970, I was driving a taxicab in New York City. But that seems a paltry reason for not beginning this homage in the proper Vidalian key.
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