Showing posts with label Page Six. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Page Six. Show all posts
23 October 2009
"Radioactive Bucket of Stress"
Well, this blog is not usually a forum for celebrity gossip, but I like the expression "radioactive bucket of stress." I'm going to take to using it myself when the chance arises. Which, I hope, will not be often.
The fact that the phrase came to my attention through a bit of celebrity gossip is, then, incidental.
Salman Rushdie, the renowned novelist who has written Midnight's Children (1981), The Satanic Verses (1988), and The Enchantress of Florence (2008) along with much else, has been romantically linked of late to Pia Glenn.
Thereafter, in the big 8th grade corridor that is the modern celebrity world, Salman and Pia had a falling out, and it was Pia who first saw fit to tell the world about it.
The world being, of course, best informed through Page Six of The New York Post.
Some novelists of Salman's stature might have seen fit to refuse to dignify that with an answer, and maybe to write a nasty caricature of Pia into one's next novel. But Rushdie is apparently made of more contentious stuff.
Here's the relevant link from Gawker. [Link fixed - ed.]
Okay, there's no reason for anybody to care. But I didn't have any other great ideas for a blog entry today anyway. And, as I say, the whole exchange did produce the expression "radioactive bucket of stress." That's writing. [See Cicily's comment below to get the proper context for that phrase.]
The fact that the phrase came to my attention through a bit of celebrity gossip is, then, incidental.
Salman Rushdie, the renowned novelist who has written Midnight's Children (1981), The Satanic Verses (1988), and The Enchantress of Florence (2008) along with much else, has been romantically linked of late to Pia Glenn.
Thereafter, in the big 8th grade corridor that is the modern celebrity world, Salman and Pia had a falling out, and it was Pia who first saw fit to tell the world about it.
The world being, of course, best informed through Page Six of The New York Post.
Some novelists of Salman's stature might have seen fit to refuse to dignify that with an answer, and maybe to write a nasty caricature of Pia into one's next novel. But Rushdie is apparently made of more contentious stuff.
Here's the relevant link from Gawker. [Link fixed - ed.]
Okay, there's no reason for anybody to care. But I didn't have any other great ideas for a blog entry today anyway. And, as I say, the whole exchange did produce the expression "radioactive bucket of stress." That's writing. [See Cicily's comment below to get the proper context for that phrase.]
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