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VH1, groupies, what everyone wore, the noble maraca, Intro to Creative Writing
I'm probably too mean about Davy Jones in this one.
Crazy Eve Babitz letter to Joseph Heller but I got it from somebody on another platform and lost track of who they were. I feel bad when that happens
stacked: an unearthed draft of book reviews from the archives
After the fourth phone conversation with one manager, Terry got up, went across the shambled living room, took a cushion off the couch, and socked it repeatedly.
“All I meet now are businessmen with hair in their noses," she shouted, bellowed, "when all I want are nice, young men with good manners!"
“Who doesn't?" I asked. "I know three right off the bat who are dying to meet you."
“You do?" She stopped socking the cushion.
“Yeah, and I'm having a party on Thursday. They'll all be there."
“Oh, I can't go. They're taking me to Cannes."
“They ought to fix women up the same way they do men out of town," I said. "It's not fair."
“Aw, but that's not how I want to do it. I don't want... I want... You know… I want romance. Mystery. What I want now is a nice young man, with good manners," she paused to consider. "Who gives great head."
—Eve Babitz on Ronee Blakley (alias Terry Finch) in “Slow Days, Fast Company,” 1977.
linda ronstadt photographed by eve babitz, 1974
first read of the summer.