Isn't She Great Page #3
Keep up your strength.
No. Not till I'm famous.
I'm going on a hunger strike, like
whatshisname? Gandhi. He got famous!
Huh? A book!
Oh, come on, Irving.
Reading never solved anything.
She's not gonna read a book.
What are you talking about?
Ah, Irving, stop. You're crazy.
A book. I can't write a book.
You can. You can do anything.
You wrote a play.
It was a bomb.
You wrote articles
about Josephine.
People loved them. They went wild.
She's a dog!
You write beautiful
letters to Guy.
They read them to him like that one
where you described your mink coat.
I was inspired.
Writers get famous, world famous.
They get legendary.
You know, he's got a point there.
You think about Hemingway and, er,
Dickens, and... I'm sure there are others.
But, Flo, a book, a whole book.
What the hell am I gonna write about?
Mmm! I got it. What?
No, you write about
this beautiful actress
and all the handsome young
men who desire her.
Science fiction?
Ooh.
Do you remember the movie
Right. She played a Swedish woman who
had a daughter who wanted to be a writer.
Can you believe she got a nomination
for that? It was a slow year. Flo!
The little girl was in the kitchen
with her wonderful, Swedish mother.
And the mother said,
"Write about what you know."
So she wrote about her Swedish
mother. It was a blockbuster.
But I don't have
And all I know about
is show business.
All I know about are people
f***ing their way into movies,
popping pills and winding
up in the gutter.
All I know about are ageing stars,
hopeful whores and cheap studs.
All I know about are tits, ass,
and the truth.
And nobody writes books about that.
Why not?
Jackie?
Yeah?
You wouldn't use real names,
would you?
"He held her gently
and stroked her hair.
"Oh, Lyon, it happened."
"I was beginning to worry about
myself. Not at all.
"It's very rare for a girl
to actually feel anything,
or reach a climax,
in the beginning."
JOSIE BARKS:
one night with Robbie.
"That's what a great body was for,
to get things you wanted.
"She wondered what it would be like,
really to care,
"to love someone like Lyon Burke.
"Then she opened the bottle of pills.
"She took two of them.
"One worked, but two..."
Sally, she's taking to this writing
thing like a duck to water.
She calls me her literary advisor,
her muse. Irving! I don't know.
Yeah?
Can I write about having orgasms?
Yes.
You've never heard such typing.
She's a regular Shakespeare.
Irving?
Yes?
What about orgasms
in swimming pools? Even better.
Did you hear? Even Shakespeare did
not think of that, on his best day.
"The soft numbness began to slither
through her body..." KNOCK ON DOOR
Sweetheart. Chapter twelve,
Jennifer's wedding night.
She's marrying Tony Polar,
the handsome nightclub singer.
unspeakable sexual act? I'm lost.
Up the butt!
Ah. Gotcha.
caught unawares in a hot spell.
"September had been a good month.
October brought Lyon Burke.
"He crawled on his knees after her.
She backed away again.
" 'Tony, all of this is not yours.'
" 'It's mine.' He came after her.
She eluded him again.
"She stroked her thighs, her
fingers touching between her legs.
" 'That's mine, too,'
she said softly.
" 'Who are you protecting?
A whore who contaminated my pool?
" 'You mean nothing to him.
He likes boys for his diversion.
" 'I can't believe it, every time
I touch them, I can't believe it.'
"His mouth, it was greedy.
She held his head gently.
" 'I never want to move,'
he mumbled." The end.
SHE SIGHS:
And so,
is it good? Is it great?
It's gotta be great. Is it
the greatest thing you've ever read?
Honey, it's incredible.
It's like...
..Madame Bovary.
Name a real book!
It's like Gone With The Wind.
Like the movie? You mean, it's like
a book that could win an Oscar?
Only filthier!
Irving!
Oh!
DOG BARKS:
Mr Hunter says to tell
you that your manuscript
is not what we're
looking for right now.
What?! So, sweetheart, tell me,
what are they looking for?
Quality.
Mm-hmm.
Please understand,
this isn't any fun for me.
But the fact is, there really isn't a place
for this sort of thing here at Putnam.
Why not? I want a reason.
literary fiction
in the tradition of William
Faulkner and Herman Melville.
They're dead! They've stopped.
You've gotta be kidding.
This is a gold mine.
There might be some interest
at another house. Like which one?
Yours. You f***ing little
snot-nosed Ivy-League putz!
You're talking to a lady.
Oh!
Sweetheart, are you all right?
I'm f-f-fine. I'm just upset.
TV:
'We are delighted to presentJames Brown on this show.
'So, let's have a fine welcome
to a very fine talent.' APPLAUSE
MUSIC PLAYS:
TV:
# Come here sister... #Irving. Irving. Come in.
You gotta see this guy.
# He ain't too hip
# He ain't no drag
# Papa's got a brand new bag. #
This guy's great!
# Wow! I feel good!
# I knew that I would now
# I feel good... #
Irving!
# So good!
# So good! I got you!
# When I hold you in my arms... #
This guy's gonna go far.
I'm telling you.
# When I hold you in my arms
# My love can't do me no harm... #
I need to talk to you.
Ah!
Is it that guy from Viking? The shithead
with the tweed vest and the bad teeth?
Like that proves he can read.
No, no. It wasn't about the book.
It was... Well...
Is it about Guy? Oh, my God.
What's wrong?
No, he's fine. Tops.
Is it the doctor? My doctor?
About the tests?
What...? What'd he say?
Baby, do you remember Greta Garbo
in Camilie? Yeah.
She was so beautiful, even with all
the coughing. What are you on about?
Or Bette Davis in Dark Victory?
It was one of your favourites.
Irving, what did the doctor say?
Do the warm-up.
Sit, sweetheart.
Sit for mommy!
You've got a lady waiting. She's got
something to say, a bone to pick.
Come on.
I give you Miss Jacqueline Susann.
F*** you!
Jackie! Don't interrupt me.
All I ever wanted was to be somebody.
And I was on my way.
Vaudeville, Schiffli, radio.
Then I have a baby, a gorgeous baby
who screams every time I touch him.
But that's OK. He's my baby.
I love him.
I want to make him proud, proud of
his famous mother. So I write a book.
A wonderful book. A fabulous book,
a bestseller, which nobody f***ing wants!
But I'm working on it. I'm out there.
I'm gonna show 'em all.
And then, whoops, ding-dong.
"Who's there? Why, it's cancer."
I get f***ing goddamn breast cancer!
Excuse us, we're in a meeting.
Sorry.
Were you bored?
Were you having a bad day? Did you
just say, "Hey, Jackie Susann,
"simply hasn't had enough sh*t
lately?" I have to agree.
You owe me!
Big time! So, cut the crap!
No more bullshit.
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