Itinerantdaughter's Blog

A pen pal of mine –– one of quite a few –– had the following idea for a TV show, which I think is really quite brilliant (though his partner is probably right when he says it’s not salable.)  If someone steals it, though, I’m coming after you with an icepick.

“i went through a period of obsession with them (the videos, not LDS) (well, both) — i wrote a TV pilot, which i might have already told you, about an ad agency that specialized in religions. the main character was an ex-nun who was a sex addict. the art director was the Ayatollah Khomeini’s neice (her uncle was a client). i really loved it, but my writing partner, who’s a TV person, was like, there’s no way.”

… but that I will most certainly have to cut out of this essay I’m working on.  This is terribly selfish.  I apologize.

“If I’m going to take all Adler’s admirers into consideration here, and I can’t see how I can ignore the throngs of them, then I suppose I’ll start with a borderline sycophant, and re-quote Wilde via David Shields: ‘All criticism is a form of autobiography.’  So if that is so, then perhaps I am the lone critic out there who ends up downtrodden by the incessant nihilism of Adler, because my name is ID, and I am a nihilism addict, and just like an alcoholic cannot take a sip of booze lest he or she tumble down that mineshaft again, I cannot entertain any nihilistic impulse in me because sooner or later I determine that life is meaningless and for me, that’s always been a dangerous path to follow.”

Also, is it possible that The Shining is having a moment?  Evidence: the release of the documentary Room 237 later this month, and also the below:

Jack Torrance dress at Fashion Week.

Shining graffiti in Red Hook, Brooklyn.

but if I could take Lisa Pulitzer’s job, I’d be all over it.  From the Times:

Ms. Pulitzer helps young women who have fled religious sects or cultlike organizations give their accounts in compelling, often best-selling prose. “I’m now the official cult gal,” she said over a salad at a French bistro in Huntington, N.Y., where she lives with her husband and two daughters.

She’s written about women fleeing fundamental LDS communities, the Westboro Baptist Church, and Scientology.  G-d DAMMIT life isn’t fair.

Sara and Clare Bronfman –– if you’re ever ready to get out of NXIVM, call me!