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Tina Aumont’s Day

 

‘Over the course of the past, say, twenty years, I’ve gradually become more and more aware of the late actress Tina Aumont, who died in 2006. She’s one of the great (albeit largely unknown) beauties of the 60s and 70s, and a sort of gorgeous bad girl “Zelig” figure uniting disparate famous people from old school Hollywood types to the Warhol crowd and 60s and 70s European film notables. Truly she was the junkie underground “Kevin Bacon” game connector of the era, if nearly forgotten today.

‘I first laid eyes on the luminous Aumont in Joseph Losey’s Modesty Blaise, but she was billed there under her married name Tina Maquand. I probably first read her name in Richard Witts’ Nico: The Life and Lies of an Icon, his 1995 biography of the Velvet Underground chanteuse. The first time I actually saw Aumont onscreen—and had any context for her—was later that same year when she was an interviewee in the Nico: Icon documentary.

‘So my entré to Tina Aumont was being a big Nico freak, which invariably led to an interest in the films of Nico’s paramour, bohemian French film director Philippe Garrel. Aumont was in several of Garrel’s underground films and was the one who first introduced Garrel—then seen as a sort of cinematic Rimbaud—to Nico in 1969, suggesting that her new music (The Marble Index) would be perfect for his Le Lit de la Vierge. (She gifted him with a version of “The Falconeer” heard only in that film, which starred Aumont, with Pierre Clémenti as Jesus.)

‘Aumont was born on Valentine’s Day of 1946 in Hollywood, California and it was at birth that her first Zelig-style cameo took place: Her mother was the ill-fated “Queen of Technicolor” Maria Montez, the exotic star of such films as Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves and Cobra Woman. (Jack Smith’s notoriously perverse Flaming Creatures is an homage to Montez and the word “camp” was practically coined to describe her flamboyant performances. Kenneth Anger has cited Cobra Woman as his favorite film.) Marlene Dietrich is said to have sung baby Tina to sleep and Jean Cocteau wrote a poem for her (“La Fille aux étoiles”) when she was born. An auspicious birth by any definition, but her mother died of a heart attack at the age of 31 when Tina was just five. Her father was the dashing French actor and war hero Jean-Pierre Aumont.

‘By the time she was 17, with the full approval and encouragement of her father, who thought she was a wild child and wanted to see her settle down, Tina married actor Christian Maquand in 1963. Maquand was a heartthrob actor who was in And God Created Woman playing opposite Brigitte Bardot. He also directed the star-studded adaptation of Terry Southern and Mason Hoffenberg’s Candy. He was 19 years her senior and close friends with director Roger Vadim and Marlon Brando. This is where her social circle really starts to expand. Imagine what a documentary might look like about Tina Aumont, containing as it would film footage and photographs of her at that age alongside of people like Brando, Vadim, Jane Fonda, Roman Polanski and Donald Cammell. The great New York acting teacher Stella Adler. Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and the Stones inner circle: art dealer Robert Fraser, Stash Klossowski and Marianne Faithfull. Bob Dylan. The Who. You get the picture.

‘In 1966 she shot a western with Dean Martin and Alain Delon called Texas Across The River, but around this time she had a miscarriage that Maquand blamed her for and their three year marriage ended. Within the year she’d moved in with artist Frédéric Pardo in Paris where the friends dropping by their psychedelic apartment included Pierre Clémenti, Zouzou, Anita Pallenberg and Warhol “superstar” Viva. The couple then moved to Rome in 1967 where Aumont hung out with Jimi Hendrix and made films with the likes of Klaus Kinski; appeared in erotic filmmaker Tinto Brass’s oddball underground film The Howl, Philippe Garrel’s poetic Le Lit de la Vierge and played opposite Pierre Clémenti in Bernardo Bertolucci’s Godard-influenced Partner. She also appeared in Playboy magazine, shot by Angelo Frontoni with “Rapunzel” length locks.

‘Tina Aumont had a reputation as a hard drug user, but for several years she managed to keep her behavior on film sets professional. Frédéric Pardo said of Aumont that her mother had left her “a very peculiar will. She revealed in it that she had spent time with the devil, as a voodoo practitioner. Tina quickly followed her onto the slippery self-destructive slope…” Despite this, she was still cast in films with Liza Minnelli, Ingrid Bergman and Catherine Deneuve. Tinto Brass (who called Aumont the most beautiful woman he’d ever worked with) cast her in his kinky Third Reich tale Salon Kitty. In 1975 she was in Roberto Rossellini’s The Messiah and played opposite Donald Sutherland in Fellini’s Casanova the following year.

‘But Aumont’s career took a nosedive when she was arrested in Italy in 1978 and convicted with the illegal importation of 400 grams of opium smuggled in tiny Buddhas from Thailand. Aumont was sentenced to three years imprisonment, reduced on appeal to just nine months, but she was deported from Italy and moved back to France. She worked only sporadically after that. Tina Aumont died in her sleep at the age of 60 in late 2006.’ — Richard Metzger, Dangerous Minds

 

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Further

Tina Aumont tumblr
Tina Aumont Tribute Page
Tina Aumont page
Tina Aumont @ IMDb
Tina Aumont @ blacklodge
Tina Aumont @ infinitetext
TINA AUMONT, NUIT SANS ÉTOILE
Tina Aumont’s grave
Waiting for Tina
“Torso”: Enter If You Dare the Bizarre World of the Psychosexual Mind
Tina Aumont @ MUBI
Fragments d’un dictionnaire amoureux: Tina Aumont
“The Girl with those Eyes”
Tina Aumont @ Sens Critique

 

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Tina Aumont (1985) by Gérard Courant


Clips from Frédéric Pardo’s Home Movie, filmed in Morocco 1968 on the set of Philippe Garrel’s Le Lit de la Vierge.

 

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How I met Tina Aumont
from Romanhattan/KOSMOCHLOR

 

It was some time around the turn of the millennium. Film producer and actor Ivan Galietti, an Italian friend transplanted in New York, had come to Paris for one of his frequent visits to Tina, who was fifty-four or fifty-five and looked ten years younger.

She was one of the kindest persons I’d ever met. How, I wondered, can this woman be a myth of the twentieth century, and be so easy-going, so approachable, like the girl next door.

The first thing that struck me was her eyes, immense, dark, soulful. Age tarnishes most beauties, but her face, dominated by those incredible eyes, remained unlined. Her youthful looks weren’t the result of the surgeon’s scalpel. Even if she had needed to negotiate with time, which she did not, she couldn’t have afforded the cost.

She could afford pretty much … nothing. After her glory days, her father’s heritage in the hands of her stepmother, an Italian actress, she was reduced to living in a minuscule apartment located in a modest Parisian quarter full of penniless immigrants, and the rent was paid by the city’s social services. Tina’s flamboyant career had taken a downturn in the late seventies, when she was banned from Italy, her country of adoption, for drug possession. Leaving Italy had broken her heart.

Tina worked with great directors like Fellini, scandalous directors like Tinto Brass, who said she was the most beautiful woman with whom he’d ever worked, and many others. Several among the films in which she starred were intellectual and elegant, other fell into the category of B movies. To all her films, she brought her magnetic, compelling presence.

But Tina loved the needle, and little by little her contracts dwindled to nothing. The French television tried to lure her back into acting, but she seldom kept up with the schedule, and when the dressers prepared her for a scene, they could see the needle holes constellating her arms.

The day I met Tina, Ivan, my boyfriend Pierre and I set off with her for a promenade in the forest of Fontainebleau, half an hour or so to the south of Paris. Before leaving, we had a couple of beers in a café. She had water, an entire bottle. At the time, she was already treated for respiratory problems, but she rolled joints in full sight on the café table, and she smoke the first in a taxi, to the driver’s despair. Unabashed, she rolled down the window and puffed on.

The second time I saw her, it was at her funeral in Paris, Cimetière du Montparnasse, on the 18th of November 2006.

Paris had gifted us with one of those wonderful autumn days, sunny and warm. I arrived early, and Ivan was nowhere in sight. Tina’s friends had gathered in front of the entrance. Knowing nobody, I waited on the opposite side of the street. The crowd stared at me, a few heads put together, whispering. What crosses your mind when, during a ceremony, a bunch of strangers can’t pull their gazes off you? I wondered whether I had picked the right clothes for a funeral. I tugged uncomfortably at my black sweater, glanced down at my long skirt, grey with black arabesques, and light-brown leather boots, but could find nothing wrong with my attire, and tossed my grey shawl over my shoulder, to give myself a countenance.

Ivan arrived at last, in time for the crowd to move over to the grave. As these gatherings go, a few friends recounted their memories of the deceased. Ivan read a poem he’d written for Tina.

I remember the anecdote told by Nadine Trintignant (sister of Tina’s first husband, Christian Marquand). In a scene, Tina, standing before the camera, was supposed to start walking to the right. During the first take, she walked off to the left. “Cut!” director Lina Wertmuller ordered. “Tina, you know you should walk to the right.” Tina nodded. “Okay.” The camera rolled, and Tina walked to the left. “To the right, Tina, please!” Tina smiled. “To the right. No problem.” And off to the left she went. Take after take, there was no way to convince her to walk as the script demanded. It’s not that she refused to comply, but some daydream held her in a firm grasp. Finally, one of the grips lay down on the floor, out of the camera’s view, and gently turned Tina’s feet to the right, and she stepped in that direction.

After the funeral, Ivan and I followed Tina’s friends to a bistro. Someone showed me one of her last photographs, taken in the hospital. Despite the oxygen tubes, she hadn’t changed a bit. At sixty, she still looked young.

Now was the moment to enquire about the strange gazes pinned on me when I arrived at the cemetery. So I put the question to the woman sitting next to me.

She answered: “You looked so much like her, we thought Tina had found the way to attend her own funeral. It would have been typical of her.”

“I look nothing like her.” I was going through one of my dark-hair phases, when I dye my reddish-brown hair dark brown or black, with a long fringe (or bangs, my American friends would say), and I’d hidden my eyes behind large sunglasses. But still.

“I can see it now,” the woman said. “But the silhouette and the hair were so similar we really thought her ghost had come to say goodbye.”

Goodbye, Tina. You aren’t forgotten. Walk free, in the direction of your desire. Maybe I’ll see you around Paris, some day.

 

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17 of Tina Aumont’s 57 roles

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Joseph Losey Modesty Blaise (1966)
‘Tina Aumont began her career by chance in the movie “Modesty Blaise” by Joseph Losey under the name of Tina MARQUAND, her name of wife (she was married from 1963 to 1967 with Christian MARQUAND, the brother of Nadine TRINTIGNANT) before resuming his maiden name after her divorce. Her character is stabbed in the stomach by one of Dirk Bogarde’s henchmen in a marketplace; she dies shortly afterwards with Monica Vitti kneeling by her side.’ — collaged


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Pierre Clementi Visa de censure n° X (1967)
‘I must have taken LSD without realizing it… It seems Clémenti made a whole portrait about an epoch in this short movie, covered with neon light, symbolism, rituals, esotericism, student movements, friendships, partnerships and many drugs, at the improvisation sound of guitar, trumpet, besides indian music (of course!). Images jump off the screen without having any type of connection among them, they fade into frenzy and apparent confusion of memory… Transmitting us detachment, sensitivity and ‘transcendentalism’ through drugs (something conceptualized by the spirit of that time), brings us to stunning sensations, amidst memories and records of its creator.’ — Luana Pinheiro


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Bernardo Bertolucci Partner (1968)
‘In PARTNER, Bernardo Bertolucci conflated his interests in psychoanalysis, nonlinear narrative, and Godard to create a uniquely avant-garde work unlike anything in his ouevre. The film is loosely based on Dostoyevsky’s novel THE DOUBLE and concerns an alienated, puckish young man named Jacob (Pierre Clementi) who confronts his own double. Jacob allows his doppelganger to take over his life; the second Jacob commandeers his predecessor’s theater class in the hopes of creating living theater–as a violent act of social revolution. The idea of students wreaking havoc was not an unfamiliar one in 1968, and Bertolucci refuses to take Jacob’s dangerous intellectual posturing lightly. The second Jacob is a handsome killer, the first a handsome weakling who must find the courage to resist his baser self. Bertolucci matches inspired plot points with arresting images, including visual film references and the bright color schemes that would later become his trademark.’ — letterboxd


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Tinto Brass L’Urlo (1968)
‘Drawing its title and a dash of inspiration from Allen Ginsberg’s famous beatnik classic, The Howl (L’urlo) is easily the most freewheeling and unjustly ignored title in the Tinto Brass canon, with plenty of the auteur’s own obsessions and stylistic flourishes congealing into an avant garde snapshot of late ’60s global unrest that still resonates today. Mixing anti-war sentiments with a flurry of rapid-fire pop culture references, atrocity footage, abundant nudity, and even oddball comedy, this oft-censored psychedelic madhouse has never before been seen in English and will blow away anyone ready to groove along with its unique, inspirational rhythms. Tina Aumont stars as Anita, a lovely young woman escaping the oppression of modern-day society in a globe-hopping travelogue that rivals anything by Alejandro Jodorowsky for sheer mind-melting strangeness. Brass himself admits there wasn’t really a script per se, as the film was shot more like a voyage with a vague framework for the actors; thus it’s a real “trip” in the truest movie sense, grabbing the viewer by the throat from the opening frames and never letting up for an hour and a half.’ — mondo-digital.com


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Philippe Garrel Le Lit de la Vierge (1969)
‘Filmed in the smoldered ashes of the failed social revolution as Garrel and a community of young artists from Zanzibar film (a film collective of like minded, radicalized artists financed by heiress Sylvina Boissonnas) abandoned the emblematic barricades of domestic protest and retreated to Africa to transfigure their ideological disappointment into subsumed cultural action through the creation of an intrinsically personal, revolutionary cinema, Le Lit de la vierge is, in a sense, the reconstitution of a fevered, post-traumatic creative manifesto – an impassioned, reflexive apologia composed in the fog of a drug-fueled delirium that not only reflected a not yet resigned sentiment of implicit denial over the failure of the revolution, but also served to reinforce the counter-culture generation’s delusive posture as alienated and discarded messianic ideologues who, nevertheless, continue to hold the keys to an ever-receding utopian paradise.’ — strictly film school


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Federico Fellini Satyricon (1969)
‘”Fellini Satyricon” was released in 1970, and I was ready for it: “Some will say it is a bloody, depraved, disgusting film,” I wrote in a fever. “Indeed, people by the dozens were escaping from the sneak preview I attended. But `Fellini Satyricon’ is a masterpiece all the same, and films that dare everything cannot please everybody.” Today I’m not so sure it’s a masterpiece, except as an expression of the let-it-all-hang-out spirit of the 1970 world that we both then occupied. But it is so much more ambitious and audacious than most of what we see today that simply as a reckless gesture, it shames these timid times. Films like this are a reminder of how machine-made and limited recent product has become.’ — Roger Ebert


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Franco Brocani Necropolis (1970)
‘Brocani conjures together all your favourite European cultural and historical myth figures in order to attack the centuries of ‘sublimation’ that have produced our cities and their inhabitants. The gang’s all here: Frankenstein’s monster gropes towards the awareness that his mind is a universe; Attila, naked on a white horse, liberates his people from their ignominy; the ultra-caustic Viva bemoans the frustrations of married life and drifts into the elegiac persona of the Bloody Countess Bathory; Louis Waldon is a hip American tourist searching for the (missing) Mona Lisa. The range is extraordinary, from stand-up Jewish comedy to a kind of flea-market expressionism. Brocani’s approach is contemplative rather than agitational, which confounds the impatient; Gavin Bryars’ lovely Terry Riley-esque score matches the ambience exactly.’ — RareFilm


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Louis Waldon & Tina Aumont Behind the Scenes of Necropolis

 

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Sergio Martino Torso (1973)
Torso (Italian: I corpi presentano tracce di violenza carnale, lit. ‘The Bodies Bear Traces of Carnal Violence’) is an Italian giallo film directed by Sergio Martino. George Anderson of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette deemed the film “another display of softcore sex and seamy violence that might better have been kept abroad.” Joe Baltake of the Philadelphia Daily News wrote: “Blood flows freely and limbs detach easily, in Sergio Martino’s Torso, a disagreeable Italian import with—not surprisingly—little to recommend it.” The Los Angeles Times’s Linda Gross wrote that the film was a “lazy suspense movie” with a “disjointed and loose” screenplay.’ — collaged


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Alexander Whitelaw Lifespan (1975)
‘Cult icon Klaus Kinski features in this dark and intriguing existential thriller. He plays the mysterious “Swiss Man”, ruthless industrialist Nicolas Ulrich, who is obsessed with a search for the elixier of life. He tricks a young American scientist into joining him on his demonic quest. A quest that ends in suicide, death and madness. The story takes place in the atmospheric European city of Amsterdam. Its winding alleys and ancient canals trap the characters in a labyrinthine maze as they find themselves manipulated like figures on a giant chessboard. The film was controversial in its day for the extended bondage scene featuring female star Tina Aumont. This was cut in many countries, but is complete in this version. The brilliant soundtrack, unavailable for over 30 years, is by avant garde composer Terry Riley.’ — rarehorrordvds.com


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Roberto Rossellini Il messia (1975)
‘Virtually unknown outside of Italy, Messiah (Il Messia) is historically important as the last directorial effort of Roberto Rossellini. In retelling the life of Christ, Rosselini harks back to the humanistic style he’d utilized on his many Italian TV projects of the 1960s. The director has no intention of depicting Jesus as being the vessel of divine providence. The Man from Galilee is shown simply as one who is unusually moral and of spotless character — the sort of person who’d be a natural leader no matter who his Father was. Co-scripted by its director, Messiah was completed in 1975, but not given a general release until 1978.’ — Sandra Brennan, Rovi


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Francesco Rosi Cadaveri eccellenti (1976)
‘Rosi called Illustrious Corpses “a trip through the monsters and monstrosities of power.” A detective thriller cast in the mold of a political exposé, or vice versa, it is the story of a mysterious killer (or killers) whose victims are judges, public prosecutors, and magistrates. The dogged, Marlowe-like detective who follows this morbid trail uncovers a nest of corruption at every cultural and political turn: every witness—indeed, every institution in Italian society—has a stake in the collapse of the judiciary. Rosi’s most despairing comment on absolute power and corruption is also his most stylistically distinguished. From the famous opening sequence in which the mummified elders stand upright in the catacombs, “Rosi shows such a majestic, ominous spatial sense in this movie that at times it seems to be an architectural fantasy about a country of the dead” (Pauline Kael). Lino Ventura as the melancholy detective is joined by a star cast including Tina Aumont, Fernando Rey, and Max von Sydow.’ — Pacific Film Archive


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Tinto Brass Salon Kitty (1976)
Salon Kitty is a 1976 erotic-war-drama film directed by Tinto Brass. The film was coproduced by Italy, France and West Germany. It is based on the novel of the same name by Peter Norden, covering the real life events of the Salon Kitty Incident, where the Sicherheitsdienst took over an expensive brothel in Berlin, had the place wire tapped and all the prostitutes replaced with trained spies in order to gather data on various members of the Nazi party and foreign dignitaries. It is considered among the progenitors of Nazisploitation genre. In the U.S., the film was edited to lighten the political overtones for an easier marketing as a sexploitation film and released under the title Madam Kitty with an X rating.’ — collaged


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Federico Fellini Casanova (1976)
‘Federico Fellini’s Casanova, which chronicles the life of its eponymous hero from shortly before his imprisonment in the Piombi in Venice to his old age in the service of Count Waldstein in Bohemia, is a remarkable and deeply affecting masterpiece. Filled with lavish, often peculiar, and highly stylized sets, ablaze with the ornate, vibrantly colored costumes worn by the actors, and suffused with a delicious sense of sadness tinged with a cold humor, the movie is consistently mesmerizing both visually and narratively. There is not a moment of his brilliantly realized film to which Fellini has not given a truly intoxicating loveliness. From its opening sequence depicting the celebration of the Doge’s marriage to the sea, in which a colossal statue of Venus is raised up from the waters of a canal amidst fireworks, while hosts of masked onlookers crowd the surrounding bridges and walkways, until its conclusion, in which the protagonist dances with a mechanical woman under a night sky, the director has created a work that is so astonishingly beautiful it is more like a revelation, in quick succession, of a series of paintings done by some great master than it is like most other films.’ — MOVIERAPTURE


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Jacques Richard Rebelote (1984)
‘The tale of a sad delinquent trying to overcome his miserable childhood to find success at love and life. It stars Jean-Pierre Léaud, Christophe Bazzini, Olga Georges-Picot, Jacques Robiolles, and Tina Aumont.’ — collaged


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Jean Rollin Two Orphan Vampires (1997)
‘Rollin’s entire filmography, more or less, could be summarized as a poetical consideration of death, termination, and unreality, but coming to terms with his own pending death had a way of affecting how he regarded them (the film was undertaken just as he was diagnosed with kidney failure). Something previously conceptual and child-like, nostalgic and precious in Rollin’s work becomes more concrete and dimensional, unflinching and adult. When they commit one violent transgression against their kindly benefactor, the scene’s abrupt and awkward brutality recalls the best of Henri-Georges Clouzot.’ –Fab Press


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Quelou Parente Marquis de Slime (1997)
‘Phoebe Legere wrote this rock n roll vampire classic. She plays a female wrestler with supernatural powers. The evil A and R vampire is played by Spaghetti Western star Michel Lemoine. Tina Aumont, daughter of Maria Montez appears as a sybilline spook in Pere Lachaise Cemetery.’ — Allo Cine


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Roy Stuart Giulia (1999)
‘Giulia is an independent young woman who is prepared to offer her body and her spirit against all the religious taboos. The film was co-written by Joey Simas and Roy Stuart, and stars Laurent Abry, Elisa Ber, Tina Aumont, Tinto Brass, among others.’ — MUBI


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p.s. Hey. ** Laura, Hi to you! Oh, gosh, I’m happy that I said something that broke your prose open. The gif story was/is cool. I’m a solid audience. I think the gif has gotten relegated to the meme genre mostly, which is sad and disrespectful, but there you go. The only random/weird trip aspect was getting two flights cancelled in Chicago (our stopover) and getting stuck in a weird hotel in the middle of nowhere overnight then having our flight to Iowa City fucked by a disfunctioning plane that we had to exit and finally getting to IC eight hours after I was supposed to do a reading. Otherwise, the trip was pretty organised. I didn’t see your note to the troll guy, and I hope he found it interesting, but I wouldn’t have let him back in to respond if he’d tried. Laggy love back. ** rewritedept, Yeah, I thought you meant the ‘Rock Me Amadeus’ guy. I don’t know McClusky very well at all. The lyrics seem good, but I’m still too brain dead to parse them. I’ll try again tomorrow. I think my email’s the same. Your brain seems to be working very well. ** Adem Berbic, Hey. Oh, I think most of the IC artists’ stuff isn’t all that public yet. I’ll have to check. My brain is toast. Make readings sexy again … ‘again’? What does that mean? Does that mean adding a bunch of media or something? How is that sexy? I think I’m bored with ‘sexy’. I think things should try to be less sexy. I’m so sorry about the cat. But you see these videos on social media where cats come back after a weirdly long time in perfect shape, so I hope they’re not just AI generated shit for your sake. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘Mumbo Jumbo’ is pretty killer. Happy about your football related happiness, man. Onwards and upwards. ** kenley, Hi! Oh, yeah, exciting IC stuff … I’m going to be able to wake up more before my brain can find and pass along those specifics. I’m still very cloudy. But I will. Newfoundland sounds exciting, cool. I’ll go look at your tumblr after I take a nap. Keep enjoying. ** jay, Meerkats are fascinating, yeah. I’ve never seen one in 3D. They seem like penguins for high IQ people or something. Piano! Nice. Yeah, my mom was a concert pianist she was younger, and she made me take piano lessons for quite a while, but I was too klutzy. We had this grand piano in our living room, and, when my mom got drunk and very depressed about giving up her apparently promising concert pianist career, she’d plunk down there and try to play ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ over and over for hours, and it was very disturbing. I feel very lucky that the blog only gets a troll once every few years, although I’m probably jinxing that. ** David Cady, David! Whoa, hi! Sure, I’ll write to you today. I’m very jet lagged at the moment so please excuse any haziness. But I will. Amazing to hear from you! I hope all’s really great with you. ** Brendan, You moved to NYC?! Holy moly. That’s big. That sounds good. Where are you living? What are you technically doing there? Wow. ** Steve, Hi. I’m too lagged to be analytical in any kind of interesting way. There’s the fact that IC is an oasis of leftism and braininess in an ultra-red state. That probably helps. Graham Swon … not that I know of. Maybe he was at the screening. There were a lot of people there, and I didn’t get to talk with most of them. It was pretty warm here when I arrived, but now it’s chilly-ish again. ** Carsten, Hi. Lots of trouble at the airport, but not related to ICE. We did see some ICE guys wandering around. Man, that sounds just awful: your malady. So sorry, I hope it’s the kind of thing that dies really young. Unlike Thompson, Reed wasn’t/isn’t a showman. I think that’s part of it. ** HaRpEr //, Hi. Early Reed is so great. ‘Mumbo Jumbo’ and ‘The Freelance Pallbearer’ are especially way up there. Exactly about the far more complicated power in Sade. Readers make the things they’re reading, and film viewers just absorb a pre-existing thing and react/adjust. That’s a real challenge in making films. How to try to try to circumvent that. So happy you liked Ed’s book. I don’t think I’ve read ‘Humiliation’ although I really like Koestenbaum. Hm, I’ll get it. Thanks re: my jet lag. Hopefully by Monday I’ll be right as rain as people mysteriously say. ** Uday, Hi, U. Florida, wow. I never imagine people going there except to go to the theme parks. Iowa City was lovely. It itself is very small and quiet and uneventful apart from the university-related artistic outbursts, but I really enjoyed it. ** ⋆˚꩜。darbbzz⋆˚꩜。, Oh, no, your enthusiasm helped wake me up. Definitely submit your piece! That’s great! How wonderful to have a teacher who recognises and supports your talent. There were a couple of teachers at my college that did that re: me, and I honestly don’t know whether I would have had the confidence to keep writing if they hadn’t. Yeah, there were technical problems with the Florida screening, so they had to reschedule it. No, we’re not going to that one. All the screenings we’re going to for the next while are in Europe. ** Okay. This weekend you are invited to explore the oeuvre of the wonderful and idiosyncratic French actor Tina Aumont, and I suggest you do. See you hopefully more wakefully on Monday.

Spotlight on … Ishmael Reed Mumbo Jumbo (1972) *

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‘In his 1972 novel Mumbo Jumbo, Ishmael Reed writes the story of an ‘epidemic’ of black culture—song, dance, slang and other elements—spreading into mainstream America. He calls his plague ‘Jes Grew’ and it is spread by ‘Jes Grew Carriers’ (or J.G.C.s) who are responsible for outbreaks throughout the US, and in some locations overseas.

‘Reed sets most of his story in New York during the Jazz Age. An earlier outbreak of ‘Jes Grew’—associated with the rise of ragtime in the 1890s—had been effectively contained. But now a new, stronger bug is sweeping northward from New Orleans, and threatens to subdue most of the population. There are “18,000 cases in Arkansas, 60,000 in Tennessee, 98,000 in Mississippi and cases showing up even in Wyoming.” Workers are dancing the Turkey Trot during their lunch break, and singing in the streets. The authorities are alarmed. People want to catch this new disease. Those who are still healthy gather around those already bitten by the bug, and chant “give me fever, give me fever.”

‘But if everyone wants to jump on the bandwagon of the new black plague, who is left to stop it. Here Reed outdoes himself, offering the grandest of conspiracy theories. The Knights Templar, apparently disbanded in the year 1312, are actually still hanging around, and waiting for a chance to stop the Jes Grew epidemic. But they need to get in line. The Teutonic Knights, founded in the twelfth century, also want to block the disease. And some Masons, a former cop, yellow journalists, Wall Street, politicians the folks at the Plutocrat Club, and a mysterious group known as the Wallflower Order, dedicated to implementing the world- view of an even bigger conspiracy group, known as the Atonists, all have skin in the game (literally and metaphorically).

‘Three years after Reed published Mumbo Jumbo, E.L. Doctorow released his novel Ragtime to great acclaim, with particular praise lavished on that book’s mixture of fictional characters and real personages from early 20th century America. But Reed set the tone for this mashup up truth and fiction in his colorful predecessor, and even anticipated Doctorow’s reliance on black music as an emblem for the flux and flow of the era.

‘If anything, Reed is more ambitious. He even includes footnotes and a lengthy bibliography at the end of his novel—with citations of everyone from Edward Gibbon to Madame Blavatsky. Photos and artwork are also inserted into the text, which often seems intent on breaking free of the constraints of the novel, and turning into a radical reinterpretation of the last several thousand years of human society.

‘Reed has delivered a classic work in the literature of paranoia. He joins an illustrious company, offering us a book that can stand alongside—at least in terms of the breadth of its conspiracy theories—Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying of Lot 49, Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum, Robert Heinlein’s The Puppet Masters, Robert Anton Wilson’s The Illuminatus Trilogy, Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan and other powerful literary evocations of our zeal to find hidden enemies everywhere we look. Writers nowadays may do some things better than their predecessors, but the generation that lived through McCarthyism, the Cold War, Alger Hiss and Kim Philby had a much better skill at capturing the exotic flavor of the paranoid mindset in narrative form.’ — Ted Gloria

 

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Facsimile pages

 

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Further

Ishmael Reed Website
‘Mumbo Jumbo’ @ Wikipedia
‘Ishmael Reed and the Psychic Epidemic’
‘Mumbo Umbo: Wormholes through History’
Ishmael Reed @ Biblio
Ishmael Reed’s KONCH MAGAZINE
‘Ishmael Reed on the Life and Death of Amiri Baraka’
Ishmael Reed @ goodreads
‘Fade to White’, an Op Ed by Ishmael Reed @ NYT
‘Bad Apples in Ferguson’ by Ishmael Reed
‘All the Demons Of American Racism Are Rising From the Sewer’
Ishmael Reed on ‘Juice!’
‘Self-reflexivity and Historical Revisionism in Ishmael Reed’s Neo-hoodoo Aesthetics’
‘The Black Pathology Biz’ by Ishmael Reed
‘ISHMAEL REED: JABS, LOW BLOWS, AND KNOCKOUT PUNCHES’
‘Mumbo Jumbo’ reviewed @ Autodidact Project
Ishmael Reed’s Top Ten Books List
‘A Progressive Rebuttal to Ishmael Reed’
‘Ishmael Reed on the Language of Huck Finn’
‘Ishmael Reed’s Mumbo Jumbo: Afrocentricism, Philosophy, and Haiti’
‘Ishmael Reed: The Idol Smasher’
Buy ‘Mumbo Jumbo’

 

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Extras


Ishmael Reed reads two poems and discusses his novel “Mumbo Jumbo.”


Meet Ishmael Reed


To Become A Writer, Ishmael Reed


Huey P. Newton, Ishmael Reed & Jawanza Kunjufu On Racism Again Black Men (1988)


Ishmael Reed at Litquake 2007

 

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Interview

 

Let’s talk about writing. You’ve said before, “Writing is Fighting.” As you know, Miles Davis compared his musical exercise to the discipline of boxing. In fact, he said he respects good boxers so much, because they require and possess an intelligence; that, there’s a “higher sense of theory” going on in their heads. He compared it to his solitary exercise of performing.

ISHMAEL REED: Miles was also a boxer.

Right. So, we have this whole concept of boxing, writing, fighting. Why this philosophy of “boxing” as writing?

IR: I think I have a pugnacious style. My style is not pretty. I don’t use words like “amber” or “opaque.” (Laughs.)

Or Chrysanthemums? (Laughs.)

IR: (Laughs.) Yeah, yeah. My stuff is direct. Critics have compared my writing style with boxing all the way back to 1978 when my first book of essays appeared: it was compared to Muhammad Ali’s style. Others have compared my style to that of Roy Jones Jr. and Mike Tyson.

As a writer, you explore all kinds of different emotions. My latest poem is about a tree in my backyard, which is from the Tropics. I’m trying to explain how it got there. I had a meditative poem about watching out over the Golden Gate Bridge from a mountain.

It was published in The New Yorker. I think when I write essays I’m out to do on the page what we can’t do in the media. We don’t have billions of dollars that are available to these people who do what amounts to a propaganda attack on us. We’re being out propagandized. When I look at the newspapers, I’m furious. Because I can see where the interpretation of whom we are and how people from the outside define us.

My friend Cecil Brown is very upset because the SF Chronicle is doing a Black History Month series and it’s all White male writers! I mean they assign Black History Month to all White writers with all these African American writers in the Bay Area and in California? I mean I’m here and I’ve written for them. And of course, they wrote about the kind of Black image that appeals to them: Athletes and Entertainers. Not a single scientist, or inventor. I was down at Lockheed Martin, addressing the Black employees: Engineers and Scientists last week. I told them that a lot of the space equipment used by NASA was invented by Black scientists, yet when Mailer wrote that ignorant book about the moonshot, Fire On The Moon, he said that Blacks were jealous of this White achievement.The formula for sending a shuttle into space and bringing it back was devised by a Black woman scientist.

Cecil also said he was pleased that there was a Hollywood writer’s strike so all these demeaning images of blacks would at least disappear for a while, for at least 3 weeks. Because, I mean the Writer’s Guild is only like 2% African American. I think there’s probably, what, no Pakistani American writers?

I think there is 1.

IR: Well, probably, he’s the one saying, “We all ought to assimilate.”

Or, he might try to hide it.

IR: Yeah, hides it. Right. So, that’s all we have. All we have is writing. Sometimes it’s very effective. I mean I’m organizing my neighborhood block with emails, because we have criminal activity on our block. Instead of the old days, where we had to confront these people, now we can do it through emails and cyberspace.

I did a book called Another Day at the Front which was my first critical book about the media, and I got on Nightline. I was able to challenge some of these assumptions of African Americans and their culture.

Is writing a solitary experience? Is it shadowboxing in a sense?

IR: Not for me. I have T.V. on all the time when I’m writing. I have music on. I’m engaged with the world. If the phone rings, I answer it. I’m not the kind of writer who sits around 8 hours a day writing. I’ll write in the morning, and sometimes I’ll get up 4 in the morning sometimes and do this Anthology I’m working on. (PowWow, releasing this summer by De Capo Press). I’m learning a lot. I wasn’t really a short story person, but now I’m reading about 140 short stories and there are a lot of good ones out there. I’m reading stories from different groups– like from the 19th century immigrant perspective which is really overlooked. In this country, it’s not good to be “ethnic.” Although, T.S. Eliot said, “Not all ethnic writers are great, but all great writers are ethnic.” I mean Eliot was the head of the modernist movement!

I don’t know about this solitary stuff. I mean I do plays and they are collaborative. My last play was called “angry” by the New York Times. Even though every line could be footnoted. I got a great review in the Backstage which is a theatre trade magazine, but the Times guy said I was “angry” about a lot of things. But, I mean, what was I angry about? I took on 2 issues. One was the pharmaceutical industry using African Americans as guinea pigs and colluding with psychiatrists, who get $40,000 kickbacks, and how they use these drugs in Africa for testing. They are fully aware of the bad side effects when they produce these drugs. The other issue is how think-thanks front these people like McWhorter to push this line that “all of African American’s problems are self inflicted.”

This is what we’re up against. See, our intellectuals don’t know what we’re up against. They think this is all about getting on the Bill Maher show. There is an orchestrated campaign that is tied to the Eugenics campaign. I just had a dialogue with John Rockwell from the New York Times, because we’re in the same anthology together. I said, “Look, the Eugenics movement came out of the United States.” “Where? Where? Where?” he said. So, I had to send him a book on this.

Let’s talk about Mumbo Jumbo your most famous novel. Many say this novel was about the forces of “rationalism and militarism” versus the forces of “the magical and the spontaneous.” Today, we find extremist groups rooting themselves in piety, religion, spirituality and faith. In the 1972 version of the novel, Abdul Hamid, a Black Muslim fundamentalist, burns the “Book” which contains the “key” to these ancient traditions of magic, dance, and creativity. If Mumbo Jumbo took place in the 21st century, who would burn the “Book”?

IR: I think there are fundamentalists all over the world. I think all religions have fundamentalists who have different interpretations of scriptures that are very vague. These books are written in metaphor, they are written with symbolism. A lot of it is outdated and tied to the times in which the text was written. So, you can do anything you want to with religion. Unfortunately, in the world today, we have dogmatic people entering into politics. I don’t think the two mix. But, we always believed in separation of church and state. But, I predicted there would be a theocracy in the 80’s in my book The Terrible Twos, where I had a preacher running the White House in 1982.

You see, I think when you’re an independent intellectual you’re going to get it from all sides. I get it from the Left, the Right, the Middle. When I proposed that people said it was silly, but now we have Huckabee and Bush, and others. I mean they’re all still players. But, when I said it, they thought it was silly.

 

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Book

Ishmael Reed Mumbo Jumbo
Scribner

Mumbo Jumbo is Ishmael Reed’s brilliantly satiric deconstruction of Western civilization, a racy and uproarious commentary on our society. In it, Reed, one of our preeminent African-American authors, mixes portraits of historical figures and fictional characters with sound bites on subjects ranging from ragtime to Greek philosophy. Cited by literary critic Harold Bloom as one of the five hundred most significant books in the Western canon, Mumbo Jumbo is a trenchant and often biting look at black-white relations throughout history, from a keen observer of our culture.’ — Scribner

 

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p.s. Hey. Please excuse any effects from my considerable jet lag this morning. ** rewritedept, Hey, man. It’s been quite a while. I’ll go follow your instagram if I’m not doing that already. I think tricks are good but I’m very sleepy this morning so I can’t be sure. ‘RT’ will tentatively start the streaming and BluRay portions of its life in July. If you do want to bring it to Reno it would need to happen fairly soon. Thanks! Iowa City was great, actually. Falco? Huh. I need sleep too, so maybe see you in my dreams that I never remember. ** jay, Hi! Trecartin is incredible. So worth exploring. I hope you had a great four days although I guess they’re pretty much in the rear view by now. How was the rest too? ** Dominik, Hi!!! Thanks! The trip was really terrific. How was your homebound trip? And nice that you lifted that slave phrase. I was very envious of it. Love please letting me sleep later than 3:30 am, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Oh, right, I remember your article. Everyone, Master _Black_Acrylic and his chums at the late, much missed zine Yuck ‘n’ Yum put together a great article about Ryan Trecartin back when that remains highly worth reading. Here. ** A.R. Johanson aka DennisCooperIsASadisticPedophile, etc., etc., You have had more than a week to attack me and other people here. Your points such as they are and your hatred are beyond crystal clear. I won’t allow you to disrupt this place any longer. As of now, I will block you no matter how many times you change your fake email address. And if any comments get through, they will be immediately deleted. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. I was so incredibly happy to read about your retreating cancer. Such a huge relief, and I hope that sticks permanently. The new Sunn0))) is gorgeous of course. Much love, pal. ** Thomas Moronic, Hey, T! I don’t remember seeing any written script-type stuff of Ryan’s, but I am very hazy this morning. Oh wait, I think he did show me some graphs. I hope that work you were intending to do is flying now. Great, I’ll read your Morrissey thing. Everyone, the great Thomas ‘Moronic’ Moore … well, I’ll let him tell you: ‘I also wrote an essay/review about my recent shitty bout of heavy and annoying depression and linked it to the new Morrissey album and more so the power of whatever art gets you through the days when you need it to. Philip put it up at his Substack without paywall if anyone fancies a look’. Here. Sure, let’s FaceTime. Let me know when is good. xo. ** Hugo, Hi. No, I have yet to go to Ryan’s compound. If we’d been able to go to the film festival in Athens where RT is playing that’s just about to happen, we could’ve, but alas. I’m not a Robert Pattinson fan, so unless a film has some other selling point, I won’t angle to see it, and ‘The Drama’ is not calling to me. Blowing up at me is not going to help him get published. Arto Lindsay is a vastly under-sung complete master of the guitar, so a thing on him would be most welcome. Thanks. And for the hugs. My head is a cloud, but I can sense them. ** Adem Berbic, Hi. Iowa City was great. There’s a really vibrant scene there of adventurous young filmmakers, video artists, writers, zine makers and more, and it was a total thrill to get to hang out with them and talk about their work and our film. London launch, understood, makes sense. Hopefully you can do a reading here at some point. I think we’ll be back from Berlin by the 23rd, yes, great. I can’t wait to read Tadhg’s long poem. RT in London is pretty much a dead possibility unless something unexpected happens. ** Steven Purtill, Hey! Thanks, Steven. Yeah, he seems to have a lot of hot steam he needs to blow off. Love to you. ** ⋆˚꩜。darbbzz⋆˚꩜。, Hi, pal! I’m happy your day was great. I hope today is too. Great luck with the work on the tracks. I’m completely brain dead this morning due to miserable jet lag, but I’ll be good again. You sound great. I don’t know the Tokyo Pop movie. How was it? ** kenley. Hi, kenley! He’s so great: Trecartin. Joy central. Iowa City is terrific. I guess it’s like this oasis of coolness and vibrancy in the middle of an otherwise Trumpy state. That was my impression. Enjoy Newfoundland! Wow! Let me know what you got up to. ** Steve, Hey. It was my first trip to Iowa period. The reading got cancelled because we had multiple cancelled flights, and I didn’t get there in time. The screening couldn’t have gone better. My jet lag is unfortunately severe this morning, but we’ll see about tomorrow. Everyone, Steve’s fantastic radio/podcast show has a new episode for y’all. Here he is: ‘The latest “Radio Not Radio” show is up now, with music by Neo Geodesia, Serokolo 7, Fire-Toolaz, Laibach, Yonu, Underscores, Googly Eyes, Cabaret Voltaire, Maurice, Phuture, Pan Sonic, VV Pete/Deela/Lisha G/Utility, Yeat & Swizz Beatz, Lifeguard, Harriet Tubman & Georgia Anne Muldrow, Irreversible Entaglements, Janel Leppin’s Ensemble Volcanic Ash, Leila Abdul-Rauf, Marilyn Crispell & Anders Jormin, Gregory Uhlmann, Ashra, Peter Baumann, Larrison, If Not Then, Neurosis and Leila Boudreuil & Kali Malone.’ ** Charalampos, Hi. The screening went really well, thanks. ‘The Same Place the Fly Got Smashed’ is lovely, of course, I agree. Bye from very hazy me. ** julian, Hi, julian! Is that true about Prada? That would be great, although all thanks to them for letting him build his compound. I was really good in Iowa, and now I’m temporarily zonked by the time change. The new film script is very, very close to finished. People can be blocked, but they can change their email address and get back in, but I’m going to be prepared. ** HaRpEr //, Hi! Thanks, the trip was great. Me too about what Ryan and Lizzy are doing at the moment. I guess they just did some big show in LA, but I don’t know much about it. Very happy birthday belatedly! I would never say that ‘Salo’ is a bad film by any means, I just don’t think it works for me. Pasolini’s stuff just doesn’t reach me in general. I know it’s my problem. The problem with doing an IP block is that others might get blocked too. But, yes, I will do that if I have to. All the ultra-best to you! ** Uday, Hi! Good to see you. I don’t know if Ryan influenced my stuff, but it wouldn’t surprise me. ** Bill, Hi, B. Apart from big plane problems and delays in stopover Chicago re: getting to Iowa City, it was wonderful. How is the Lee Bul show if you saw it? ** Okay. I can’t believe I made it through. Be grateful that you don’t have my brain this morning. So I decided to return by turning back on the spotlight that fell on a great novel by Ishmael Reed. Have at it, please. I’ll see you tomorrow.

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