Voyeur Page #2
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- Year:
- 2017
- 96 min
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It's not up to me. A person does
I sold my soul, if you wanna put it
that way. I don't care.
I wanted the story.
I would've done anything for it.
I felt I had to do it.
I had to go on the record.
I was there. I was participating.
I wasn't sitting in the press box
with a press card around my naked body.
For me, it wasn't a big thing,
'cause I had always had
this second sense of self.
I wanted the truth, and in this book,
being a nonfiction writer, a reporter,
I got the truth.
How do you get the truth?
You have to participate, to be there.
You can't listen to what people say.
It's what they do.
In 1980...
I flew out to see him.
I wanted to be sure
this guy wasn't lying to me.
As a guest of the voyeur,
I was gonna be a companion of the voyeur.
I went up one night and did watch.
He said, "I'll take you up."
Through the utility room,
you go up to the ladder
and you get to a landing.
You go back, and there's a locked door.
That's the door to the attic,
and only he had the key.
We went inside.
He then locked the door behind me.
from certain spots.
You're hearing televisions.
Voices.
He leaned over in one spot
where there was light...
and he pointed down,
and we looked upon a very good-looking
couple engaged in oral sex.
He made a kind of sign like that.
I leaned closer and closer,
watching intently.
And then I felt a man's hand on my neck.
It was the voyeur
who crawled around and pulled me up...
very quietly but firmly.
I looked at him.
And that damn tie of mine,
my red silk tie,
was only a couple of feet
from the head of the woman
giving a blow job to this guy on his bed.
Jesus!
He said, "You have to be careful
with that tie."
unless I could use his name.
There's no point, as a nonfiction writer,
in writing about personal life
unless you use real names.
Otherwise, write fiction.
So, he wasn't buying this,
but he was continuing
to cooperate with me.
And this continued for more than 30 years.
Let me see what I can find here.
Letters. Look at this.
I have copies of every letter.
The problem in journalism,
it takes place in too short a period.
Reporters go and talk to somebody today,
and they never see them again.
Interview, in and out.
I don't do that. I like to keep in touch,
because there are chances,
maybe two or three decades later,
where you can go back
and see these people,
and you can find out
what happened after you left off.
I called up this guy and I said,
"I think you're about ready to do it."
He says, "I sold my motel in 1997."
The statute of limitations
probably allows me...
And most of those people
are dead anyway or...
"And I, at 78..."
I said, "I'm 80,
so if you're gonna do it, do it fast",
'cause neither of us will be
around much longer."
My story about the voyeur, Gerald Foos,
is gonna be excerpted in the New Yorker,
followed by a book publisher,
Grove Atlantic of New York,
is gonna publish a book.
Hi, there.
Susan Morrison, you're so famous,
except with the guys downstairs.
Those guys at the reception desk
never heard of the New Yorker.
His name is Foos, Gerald Foos. F-O-O-S.
He was never caught.
- You met him after Thy Neighbor's Wife?
- After I had finished it.
It was in the papers.
I had a lot of publicity.
He happened to read something
in the Denver Post.
He's still very willing and interested...
Yeah, I have him down.
I just cannot get...
I don't wanna do anything else
till I finish this, because...
I don't want him to die, number one.
- How old is he?
- 78.
Of course, I'm 81,
One of us is gonna die soon,
so I wanna get this done first.
Here's what I'm worried about.
If I tell the reader
that I'm watching something...
I saw a little sex, but...
For me, I'm so jaded on that.
But if I say that I didn't see anything,
the reader is gonna lose interest.
- Oh, no. Don't worry.
- That's all.
In a way, I'm glad
that you didn't see anything so great,
because I think you run the risk
of it seeming almost too creepy.
That's another thing.
This guy is not creepy.
This is really what I have to explain.
This guy is a square guy.
If you didn't know he's a voyeur,
he could be working for Avis Rent-a-Car.
He could be selling insurance.
Anybody. He's everyman. Nobody.
That's all.
Gerald, tell me how it was
you first started as a voyeur.
I was on a farm with my mother
and father, east of Ault, Colorado.
And we lived
right straight across the street
from my mother's sister, Katheryn Eckhart.
She was younger,
and she was different in body type,
and she had freckles.
I never really knew what freckles were
in those days, but I wanted to find out.
She was, I gather,
a very attractive woman.
She was beautiful.
From my eyes, the most beautiful woman
I ever laid eyes on.
- Is that right?
- Yes, she was.
I think I had gone to bed
approximately nine o'clock in the evening.
And as I sat there on the bed,
suddenly I get this urge.
I went to the window
and I looked out across the street,
and it was like a compelling force.
to my aunt Katheryn's bedroom window.
A mysterious force captivated
my entire body.
I think it was
because I was entering puberty.
And now, what beckoned to me
was the window.
God, that's good. The beckoning window.
I don't know... There's got
to be other words to describe that.
Beckoning window is perfect.
You don't even know you're a poet.
You'll come up with other words.
No, I don't have to. That's the best word.
Beckoning window, right?
Anita, what do you think?
Good word, right?
Mmm-hmm.
I finally got to the window.
- In those days, nobody pulled shades down.
- I didn't know that. That's true?
- There was a mirror.
- Mirror?
Now, I could look from here
into that mirror
and see everything she was doing
in her room.
She had beautiful red hair at that time.
Her pubic region was...
- Red.
- Very red, and she had big b*obs.
Oh, my God.
Which became the reason
that I have had a fixation on b*obs.
No question about it.
This is where you started masturbating.
This woman is the obsession
of your masturbatory dreams.
They're gonna say,
"It's amazing, the voyeur started out
like that? Is that what caused..."
Psychiatrists are gonna be
scratching their head...
You're gonna be famous
in all the medical journals.
They may wanna talk to me,
but I'll say, "Well..."
open your check book,
and we'll have a conversation.
"I don't talk to nobody
unless they pay me."
That's not a bad...
You're a very American fellow.
When you got mixed up with me,
you wrote me a long letter,
and at that time you wanted
to share this with me,
but you didn't want me to write about you,
at least by name.
That was the deal we had.
And a question is,
why did you even write me?
I think I was attempting
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