dorian gray is my favorite book and i cannot stop thinking about john and paul yes i may have gone in and switched the names out i had to scratch that itch in my brain, okay?
Bob Wooler said, “At times, they reminded me of those well-to-do Chicago lads Leopold and Loeb, who killed someone because they felt superior to him. Lennon and McCartney were ‘superior human beings.’”
Quote from Ian Leslie’s book, John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs
Particularly sharing this because I watched Compulsion (1959), which is based off Leopold and Loeb, a few weeks ago and not only did I think, “wow, what an intense dynamic,” but also, “god this is Them.”
"It’s lovely to think John would have been 80. And, you know, that’s...that’s... it’s nice to imagine him at 80. I think he would...I think he would be, very literate. I think he would be writing, uh, not necessarily just music cause he was starting to get into, uh, he did, he did a couple of little books. Um, and I think, I think he would have matured nicely." (2020)
"[I use] pencil and paper. I’m not a typist. Funnily enough, John became a red-hot typist towards the end of his life. He had always had this “Arts Correspondent in Kowloon” kind of dream. But for me it’s pencil and paper." (2001)
"He might have become a novelist. That's something he wanted to do." (1989)
the good thing is that john lennon was a man who loved haunting him and paul mccartney is a man who loves to be haunted by him so i think it's fine. it's fine actually. like when paul says john's soul is still in his (2026) like that's so fine and okay. really. seriously. and john last words to him being "think about me now and then" it's okay. so paul is just doing this right, thinking about him now and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then
teen john lennon with elvis presley and brigitte bardot posters covering the walls of his room claiming paul looks like elvis, inspiring cynthia to look more like brigitte...he was seventeen, bisexual, and on a mission
stuart writing a book in 1958 where the narrator meets a character called john who is a central part of the story and it being basically being a novel about john and their relationship what the FUCK
From Philip Norman's book "John Lennon: The Life":
"The experience of knowing John also inspired Stu temporarily to forsake paint and charcoal for prose. In late 1958, he began writing a novel whose central character was named John and was very obviously drawn from life: "capricious, incalculable and self-centred, yet at the same time .. a loyal friend." The novel seems never to have had a title, and it petered out after a few hundred words in Stu's me-ticulous italic handwriting. The surviving fragments read less like fiction than a case study of its hero and the "terrible change" that comes over him nine months after the narrator meets him. (It was about nine months after Stu first encountered the real-life John that Julia was killed.)"
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A section of the novel found in "Stuart: The Life and Art of Stuart Sutcliffe" by Kay Williams
"Sometimes, a girl or boy would ask him about his sudden changes of mood, why he could be charming one minute and distasteful the next. His reply was always the same, if he bothered to reply. Usually when he did he felt no sympathy with his interrogater and would say, ‘I hate you why should you like me, charm is only superficial and is easily exposed as having no concrete value.’ You see he believed that if people accepted him as a nice charming young man, they wouldn’t really accept his difficulties, his worry over his work and all that. They would think he had deceived them. So, he prepared to make the break himself.
Underneath, the reserve that he piled up on himself at times like this, we knew there beat a human heart, a heart so kind and gentle as could be. He really hated hurting people, and hated himself for doing so. The trouble was that John had more than his fair share of hard luck. We all knew that life wasn’t really fair, but at least we pretended it wasn’t. The world played dirty tricks on us too, but we accepted this and looked at life opportunistically. We also knew that we had a fair share of good fun and was grateful for it. With John it was different as I said, he was unlucky. Given the breaks that other people had he would have been alright. As it was he brooded trying to find the answer. He was born old. He’d dried up before his time. He wilted, because he knew that someday he would wilt anyhow.
A brilliant medical friend of mine had secretly psychoanalysed him, and stated quite emphatically that he was nuts. He was obviously suffering from nervous tension and probably high blood pressure, this left him suffering from dizziness and headaches. We knew that for a fact, often when he stood up from sitting he complained of a black-out and tremendous headaches. This was often the cause of hindrance because he couldn’t always join in the activities of the rest of us, and I’m sure he felt slightly bitter about it. My friend went on to say that a person like John had both emotional and physical symptoms. He had anxiety accompanied by nervous tension, this ranged from irrational fear to chronic delirium or schizophrenia.
Later when I questioned my friend he said that probably all these things were already part of his physical and mental make-up at birth. This wasn’t unusual as we all have a certain amount. From general observation of John’s behaviour, he came to the conclusion that he had spent most of his life with his back against the wall and probably borne the brunt of all the domestic problems at home. All in all he was emotionally unbalanced"
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