“Then, seeing you in the movie, seeing you where you belonged, seeing you in your proper frame again, well, it shocked me. I had demeaned you by treating you as an ordinary woman,” says Adam Malone to Sharon Fields. I had forgotten who you were and where you belonged.
“I had removed you from the frame of your special existence. “This is the game that moves as you play” “Charisma dazzles, and flashbulbs woo the lightning bolt.” “Love is merely a madness and, I tell you, deserves a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love, too.” Though it is does not appear so at the moment, it will eventually return to the material of “The Last Magazine by Michael Hastings: Gawking at the Wreckage”, with this post serving as a kind of sequel to that one. The empty subheads will eventually have content. It is my ardent hope that it will be completed by Monday, March 9th. It is currently unfinished, and ends abruptly. This post, like many others, was intended as a short book review and grew into an epic that will end up touching at least two continents.
IRVING WALLACE’S THE FAN CLUB: THE FAPPENING
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