Women

David Mamet writes about writing about women. Here’s a piece:

But true depiction of women is, I think, rather different, and takes into account two things: the ways in which they are similar to men, and the ways in which they differ. For to say that all people are equal is not to say they are the same; and to confound the political with the practical gave us the enormity of feminist literary theory.

Puts me in mind of some really disparate things: losing my virginity, a lifetime friend who doesn’t talk to me anymore, MTV’s The Real World in Las Vegas, and the New Jersey Nets.

A) Katya, the first girl I had sex with, gave me a copy of Mamet’s Writing in Restaurants, which includes the essay, “Women are Bitches.” She was the first Art School Girl of Doom in my life, and sometimes I wonder what became of her. But I don’t wonder enough to go webstalking.

B) John, whom I grew up with, gave me a copy of Three Uses of the Knife, another book by Mamet. He also staged Oleanna, the performance of which is the spur for today’s article by Mamet, but I was living in another area when John staged it, so I never got to see it. He stopped talking to me in September, and sometimes I wonder what became of him.

C) On The Real World in Las Vegas, there was some dude who, within 48 hours of moving in, was getting it on in the hot-tub with two chicks. All three of them were unstable in interesting ways, but one of the girls was particularly nuts. As I recall, she threw a fork at the guy during dinner a few weeks later. He flew into a rage, and wanted her tossed from the show. The group had a big meeting where the guy said something that sorta stuck with me: “She throws a fork and hits me in the eye: she’s just being a bitch. If I react and hit her, then I’m a guy who beats women, for the rest of my life.”

D) Three seasons ago, Jason Kidd got traded to the New Jersey Nets for Stephon Marbury. My buddy and I bought a half-season ticket plan that year. We’d gone to 10 games the year before, when the team was atrocious as usual. In Kidd’s first year, the team turned around completely and became the best squad in the east. They made it to the Finals that year, before getting whomped by the Lakers. Thing is, the reason a player of Kidd’s ability was on the trading block was that he’d punched his wife during an ugly incident, the season before. And I struggled for a while with the issue of cheering for the guy, because I’ve long considered hitting a woman to be one of those rubicons that you can’t really come back from.

My mother will be so proud . . .

The Head Heeb has linked to my almost-self-pitying Rwanda piece. As near as I can tell, this is the first link to Virtual Memories that doesn’t come from someone who knows me (blogrolling in our time, for those of you old enough to remember the later days of Spy magazine).

There was a pretty neat piece on Slate yesterday about the difficulties of reconciliation in the 10 years since the genocide. Evidently, the Tutsis have sorta cornered the market on grief, despite the fact that (hundreds of) thousands of Hutus were also killed during the massacres. Read it yourself.

Shame

Today’s the 10th anniversary of the start of the massacre in Rwanda, an atrocity that beggars description.

Over the course of 100 days, nearly one million people were murdered, which means almost 10,000 people were killed each day because of their ethnic/tribal descent. International response was minimal, and leading to after-the-fact hand-wringing about how the developed world just doesn�t care what happens in Africa (unless oil or other strategic resources are involved). This man did all he could to stop it.

When I think about what happened there, I’m filled with shame. It isn’t shame at being an American, because many other institutions completely failed to do anything while the massacre went on. I guess it’s shame at being part of the civilized world in general, where this sort of thing never truly enters my life, in a sense.

The biggest personal shame I have about what happened there is that I can’t tell you if it was Hutus massacring Tutsis or Tutsis massacring Hutus. I know how pathetic that sounds, but it’s just never meant so much to me that I bothered to remember it. And it’s that very mindset that shames me the most.

Samantha Power implores us not to let it happen again.

Private Life

Looks like my commentary and links about the war on terrorism, the pharmaceutical industry, independent publishing, snuff films disguised as religious commentary, and ape breakups (which help explain the profusion of gorilla rampages in zoos across the country) are growing in appeal. March was another record month for visits to Virtual Memories.

However, the entry that garnered the most e-mail feedback from readers was this one. Why? Because I wrote the words, “I have a new girlfriend.”

So, to satisfy my readers’ desire to know more about my private life, I post here a pic of the little lady.

In other news, I’ll be over at the Hi Life Bar & Grill in NYC tonight (SE corner of 83rd and Amsterdam). Any NYC/NJ VM readers interested in dropping by for a drink (and impromptu 1980s karaoke on top of the bar)?

War, Literature and the Arts

There’s a magazine of that title, published by the U.S. Air Force Academy. The new book by Paul West that I published last year was just named Editor’s Choice in the current issue. I’m proud of that.

Reviewer Lt. Col. James M. Meredith writes, “Paul West’s fiction stunningly and perpetually deals with violence, trauma, the conditions and nature of evil. The Immensity of the Here and Now does not shy from exploring and deciphering the vicious and randomly dangerous world that surrounds us.”

He adds, “West is a writer who still believes in the transcendent power of literature and art, which is why I join many in considering him our most vital living writer.”

It depends on your definition of ‘genocide’

New documents show that the Clinton administration knew about the massacres in Rwanda much earlier than it officially claimed to, and hid its collective head in the sand to avoid getting involved in another Somalia.

Plus, here’s a piece on the UN’s stonewalling of the plane crash that helped instigate the massacres. This one utterly boggles the mind.

I would love to hear from Samantha Power on this stuff. Anyone know how to reach her?