Will Gore Vidal be remembered 50 years from now? I doubt it. Myra Breckinridge will, by 2063, be a forgotten contribution to a vast library of late 20th century transgressive fiction. Vidal's first gay novel The City & The Pillar - a bold work of juvenilia for 1948 - is already just italics. No one reads it. The historical novels? See the fate of Barbara Cartland's oeuvre. The scintillating essays? See last season's collections with front row Anna in her shades: instant period pieces. In other words, Vidal surfed the earthly moments splendidly but left no timeless time-capsules.
However, Vidal fans can cling to one hope for his immortality - he could survive in time's freezer as a case study. He fucked thousands, mainly other men. Rampant cockery and cuntery have their own heroes - or case studies. I won't name them; google 'em. Now, this November, a new book is released which examines the extent of Vidal's cockery. Penned by someone called Tim Teeman, it's titled In Bed With Gore Vidal: Hustlers, Hollywood and the Private World of an American Master and promises to be 'explosive'. That's a publishing word for 'sex life not shared by publisher'. Readers may say, as they flick over the kindle pages on the bus, 'How did he find the time?' That's what 'explosive' amounts to these days.
More importantly, did Gore Vidal possess a massive cock? The book will answer this question. But why wait for publication day? Here's the answer Tim offers prematurely:
'One of Vidal’s oldest friends was Scotty Bowers who had sex with, and procured sex for, celebrities including Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, and Vidal himself. “Gore had a medium-sized cock, seven inches, he looked circumcised but wasn’t,” Bowers recalls. The few times Bowers had sex with Vidal was “pleasant, not mad love.” Vidal was always “on the ball, not bashful or shy, rather aggressive and pushy,” and was “more or less into a quick trick. He did everything sexually: you sucked his cock, he would suck yours, but he preferred to fuck. He was young and hot and sex was rather quick.”' (From the Daily Beast)
I had no idea Gore had sex with Fred Astaire.
There.
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*The* Leslie Caron told me Astaire had HUGE hands + when held in dance, you KNEW you were held. And that he loved women.
Vidal claimed to have had sex with Anais Nin. She always denied this.
City and the pillar was written in 1946, i thought.
I don't know but it was published in January '48.
Madame, you write a lot more directly in your dotage. Perhaps astrology has done you some good after all. As for GV, he will become an emperor of celebrity indexes - a presence in everyone's life of note. In time a novel may be written about him which becomes a huge film. immortality has many avenues these days.
This book does not exist
Yours eternally
Gore Vidal
I was once introduced to Gore Vidal while lunching at The Beverly Hills Hotel with an old friend of his and mine. He was grouchy, unpleasant and unfriendly, and as my companion (every bit as celebrated as Mr. Vidal) noted, he was there with "a particularly unattractive boy". That was a disappointment for me personally, because I am a fan of many (not all) of his books. No celebrity is required to be pleasant to everyone they meet, but you probably shouldn't lunch at The Polo Lounge if you don't want to run into old friends in Hollywood.
Only a Tim would write such a ridiculous book.
My understanding is that the average phallus in the US is about 6". Vidal's then was well above average. There's also the problem of knowing how to measure an erect penis. Some men take in part of the scrotal sac, adding an inch or so. The ruler should be placed at the public bone topwise. Gore then would come in (so to speak) at somewhere around 6" or perhaps less. As he grew fat, his cock would have been pulled in or enveloped. So quite possibly beyond 50, his cock was about 4".
Capote said as much of Vidal - the latter's name wouldn't survive much beyond the latest paperback revival. Vidal was zealous in keeping his back catalogue alive. He was a creature of the thing he satirised and mocked - the celebrity. His name grew bigger than his book titles. Eventually he'd have been a judge on The X Factor had he not died of alcoholism.
It's a pity you don't write for newspapers Vic - I wonder why
My Dearest Madam: I shudder to think of your sainted reputation being sullied by a posthumous reptile-penned biography such as this.
Aging idle stable lads can hold unfortunately sticky memories of one's frolicksome youth, so to ring fence them from the gutter press, I would strongly urge you to ensure, as I myself have, that every single one is adequately pensioned within a 20 mile radius, and 30 if you deem it necessary.
My dear, my approach would be to offer them my publishing services.
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