quinta-feira, julho 26, 2007
Continua
"(We wound up on Second Avenue in a gaudily decorated deserted Chinese restaurant. But it did have a wellstocked bar, and we ordered a bottle of Mumm`s; it arrived unchilled, and without a bucket, so we drank it out of tal glasses with ice cubes.)
Marilyn - This is fun. Kind of like being on location--if you like location. Which I most certainly don`t Niagara. That stinker. Yuk.
TC - So let`s hear about your secret lover.
Marilyn - (Silence)
TC - (Silence)
Marilyn - (Giggles)
TC - (Silence)
Marilyn - You knowso many women. Who`s the most attractive woman you know?
TC - No contest. Barbara Paley. Hands down.
Marilyn - (frowning): Is that the one theu call "Babe"? She sure doesn`t look like any Babe to me. I`ve seen her in Vogue and all. She`s so elegant. Lovely. Just looking at her pictures makes me feel like pig-slop.
TC - She might be amused to hear that. She`s very jealousof you.
Marilyn - Jealous of me? Now thereyou go again, laughing.
TC - Not at all. She is jealous.
Marilyn - But why?
TC - Because one of the columnists, Kilgallen I think, ran a blind item that said something like: "Rumor hath it that Mrs. DiMaggio rendezvoused with televison`s toppest tycoon and it wasn`t to discuss business." Well, she read the item and she believes it.
Marilyn - Believes what?
TC - That her husband is having an affair with you. William S. Paley. TV`s toppest tycoon. He`s partial to shapely blondes. Brunettes too.
Marilyn - But that`s batty. I`ve never met the guy.
TC - Ah, come on. You can level with me. This secret lover of yours--it`s William S. Paley, n`est-ce pas?
Marilyn - No! It`s a writer. He`s a writer.
TC - That`s more like it. Now we`re gatting somewhere. So your lover is a writer. Must be a real hack, or you wouldn`t be ashamed to tell me his name.
Marilyn (furious, frantic): What does the "S" stand for?
TC - "S." What "S"?
Marilyn - The "S" in William S. Paley.
TC - Oh, that "S". It doesn`t stand for anything. He sort of tossed it in there for appearance sake.
Marilyn - It`s just an initial with no name behind it? My goodness. Mr. Paley must be a little insecure.
TC - He twitches a lot. But get`s back to our mysterious scribe.
Marilyn - Stop it.! You don`t understand. I have so much to lose.
TC - Waiter, we`ll habe another Mumm`s, please.
Marilyn - Are you trying to loosen my tongue?
TC - Yes. Tell you what. We`ll make an exchange. I`ll tell you a story, and if you think it`s interesting then perhaps we can discuss your writer friend.
Marilyn (tempted, but reluctant): What`s your story about?
TC - Errol Flynn.
Marilyn: (Silence)
TC: (Silence)
Marilyn (hating herself): Well, go on."
Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons, Vintage Books, New York, 1994.
posted by Luís Miguel Dias quinta-feira, julho 26, 2007
