Answered Prayers was meant to be Truman Capote’s greatest masterpiece, an epic portrait of NYC’s glittering jet-set society. Instead, it sparked his downfall. Through never before heard audio archive and interviews with Capote’s friends and enemies, this intimate documentary reveals the rise and fall of one America’s most iconic writers.
With unprecedented access to access to George Plimpton’s taped interviews for his biography, Truman Capote: In Which Various Friends, Enemies, Acquaintances and Detractors Recall His Turbulent Career. The documentary features interviews with Dick Cavett, André Leon Talley, Jay McInerney & Dotson Rader and introduces audiences to Kate Harrington, who the daughter of one of his lovers, John O’Shea, and in which Capote served in a surrogate father role. Previously never disclosing any details before, Kate opens up about living life with Truman Capote during this period, and shines a new light on his character through their close relationship.
(Rap) Genius was one of the most unlikable tech startups of the past decade-plus. On a purely aesthetic level, its founders dressed like this and wore sunglasses indoors. They were non-Black people making money off of an overwhelmingly Black art form. They went from Yale and Stanford to working at hedge funds and law firms to deciding their new corporate image should be “we’re not afraid to tell Warren Buffett to suck a dick.” They said their site wasn’t “just crowdsourced…it was homiesourced…then we decided we wanted it to be ballersourced.” One of them got fired for writing that the manifesto left behind by incel spree murderer Elliot Rodger was “beautifully written” and that he guessed that Rodger’s sister was “smokin hot.”
True Genius: How to go from “the future of journalism” to a fire sale in a few short years
Genius (née Rap Genius) wanted to “annotate the world” and give your content a giant comment section you can’t control. Now it can’t pay back its investors.
There is so much shit to worry about. There is so much shit going wrong. But do me a favor, against all odds, have a great as shit weekend and whatnot.
— George Wallace (@MrGeorgeWallace) September 17, 2021
I had a breakthrough case of COVID-19 — despite my two shots of the Pfizer vaccine, the second one in April…
It was a miserable five days. My legs and arms ached, my fever crept up to 103 and every few hours of sleep would leave my sheets drenched in sweat. I’d drop into bed exhausted after a quick trip down to the kitchen. To sum it up, I’d put my breakthrough case of COVID-19 right up there with my worst bouts of flu. Even after my fever cleared up, I spent the next few weeks feeling low…
“You probably would have gotten much sicker if you had not been vaccinated,” Francesca Torriani, an infectious disease physician at the University of California, San Diego, explained to me recently.
As I shuffled around my room checking my fever, it was also reassuring to know that my chances of ending up in the hospital were slim, even with the delta variant. And now, about a month later, I’ve made a full recovery.
Roy Head & The Traits–Treat Her Right
The Bob Seger System*–Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man
No Artist–Boss Radio
Featuring – Humble Harve*
No Artist–Mug Root Beer Advertisement
The Village Callers–Hector
Buchanan Brothers (2)–Son Of A Lovin’ Man
Chad & Jeremy–Paxton Quigley’s Had The Course
No Artist–Tanya’s Tanning Butter Advertisement
Paul Revere & The Raiders–Good Thing
Paul Revere & The Raiders–Hungry
Box Tops–Choo Choo Train
Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels–Jenny Take A Ride
Deep Purple–Kentucky Woman
Buffy Sainte-Marie–The Circle Game
No Artist–Boss Radio
Featuring – The Real Don Steele*
Simon & Garfunkel–Mrs. Robinson
No Artist–Numero Uno Advertisement
Los Bravos–Bring A Little Lovin’
No Artist–Suddenly / Heaven Sent Advertisement
No Artist–Vagabond High School Reunion
No Artist–KHJ Los Angeles Weather Report
No Artist–The Illustrated Man Advertisement / Ready For Action
Dee Clark–Hey Little Girl
No Artist–Summer Blonde Advertisement
Neil Diamond–Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Robert Corff–Don’t Chase Me Around
Paul Revere & The Raiders–Mr. Sun, Mr. Moon
José Feliciano–California Dreamin’
I Cantori Moderni di Alessandroni–Dynamite Jim (English Version)
Vanilla Fudge–You Keep Me Hangin’ On (Quentin Tarantino Edit)
Maurice Jarre–Miss Lilly Langtry
No Artist–KHJ Batman Promotion
Nay, a few were so enthusiastically ambitious as to run approximately the streets with their oral predictions, pretending they were despatched to evangelise to the town; and one mainly, who, like Jonah to Nineveh, cried within the streets, ‘Yet 40 days, and London will be destroyed.’ I will not be superb whether he said yet 40 days or but some days. Another ran about naked, except a pair of drawers about his waist, crying day and night time, like a person that Josephus mentions, who cried, ‘Woe to Jerusalem!’ a little earlier than the destruction of that city. So this terrible naked creature cried, ‘Oh, the remarkable and the dreadful God!’ and stated no extra, but repeated the ones words continually, with a voice and countenance complete of horror, a speedy tempo; and nobody should ever discover him to stop or rest, or take any sustenance, at least that ever I ought to hear of. I met this terrible creature several times within the streets, and might have spoken to him, however he might not enter into speech with me or anyone else, but held on his dismal cries always.
A Journal of the Plague Year
Some time in the first few months of Covid, in 2020, there was a guy walking down the street outside my place. “Fuck Covid!” He yelled, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear. My guess was that he’d just lost some job prospect, or something fell through due to the shutdown.
COLIN HAY, Men at Work: I think “Who Can It Be Now?” cost $5,000. Greg Ham, our sax player, had a theatrical background, and I loved to perform. We first came to the States towards the end of 1982, and toured for about four months. MTV was already playing “Who Can It Be Now?” in heavy rotation and may have been playing “Down Under” by the time we left. It was exciting enough for us to be in New York. But when I arrived, people would walk past me saying, “How you doin’, Colin?” People would hang out of cabs, yelling out stuff. And that was because of MTV.
Tannenbaum, Rob; Marks, Craig. I Want My MTV
The question loomed again – massively so – a few minutes later as we strolled down Richmond’s most famous, or infamous, street: Monument Avenue. The boulevard was lined with statues of the Confederacy’s Holy Trinity – Davis, Lee and Jackson – and of two of their ablest lieutenants, Jeb Stuart and Matthew Fontaine Maury, a naval commander and brilliant oceanographer.
Having grown up near Washington, where most residents remained oblivious to ubiquitous pigeon-spattered statues of Union generals, I’d never really understood why people made such a fuss over Monument Avenue. But as we peered up at Robert E. Lee astride a rippling steed, I was taken aback. Lee’s bronze statue, set upon a white granite pedestal, stood sixty-one feet. The sculptor had substituted a French hunting horse for Lee’s wartime mount; Traveller was judged too slender a model for such a titanic equestrian. The other monuments were almost as imposing. And their placement on a tree-lined boulevard more than fifty yards wide gave the statues a dominating presence in what was otherwise a low-roofed residential district.
The scale of Monument Avenue also amplified the weirdness of the whole enterprise. After all, Davis and Lee and Jackson and Stuart weren’t national heroes. In the view of many Americans, they were precisely the opposite: leaders of a rebellion against the nation -separatists at best, traitors at worst. None of those honored were native Richmonders. And their mission failed. They didn’t call it the Lost Cause for nothing. I couldn’t think of another city in the world that lined its streets with stone leviathans honoring failed rebels against the state.
Confederates in the Attic
Even so, the monuments were at the heart of Richmond’s identity and were backed by powerful residents, and the fact that they came down seemed to surprise almost everybody.
“If you would have told me that the monuments were going to go down, I would have thought somebody would blow up Richmond first before anyone would have let that happen,” Mr. Bailey said. “I think it’s a modern-day miracle.”
Virginia Removes Robert E. Lee Statue From State Capital
The Confederate memorial was erected in 1890, the first of six monuments that became symbols of white power along the main boulevard in Richmond.
Sept. 8, 2021