Art’s Sake and That’s All
Although New York’s tony Leo Castelli Gallery has sold only about a dozen of the 44 original photographs by Diane Keaton from last year’s show, the actress and the entrepreneur are discussing a new exhibit. The prints in this one may be even harder to sell. Where the first batch were pictures of empty hotel lobbies, the new collection comprises 12 portraits of Keaton pal Carol (Hester Street) Kane, all in the same pose, with varied abstract patterns projected in color on her face. Perhaps Kane has lots of relatives?
Former cop Joseph Wambaugh is disgusted by his experiences in turning his novels The Onion Field and The Black Marble into movies. “Getting in the ring with moviemakers is suicidal,” he rants, waxing metaphoric. “They put razor blades in their gloves and acid in the drinking water.” Wambaugh says he’s still trying to recover the $300,000 he invested in The Black Marble and the $2 million tossed in by friends. But an author is not without weapons of his own. Wambaugh’s new best-seller, The Glitter Dome, pounded out in a few frenzied weeks, fulfills a dear fantasy. In it, he gets to murder a major studio exec.
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The touring Joffrey II ballet company has done everything to make Ron Reagan Jr. feel just like one of the hoofers, including forbidding local booking agents from using his name in newspaper ads. Nonetheless, scalpers have gotten up to $100 a ticket for Ron’s jetés and plies. After all that, word has leaked that Ron will be promoted to the varsity—the big-time Joffrey Ballet—by next spring. That’s if there is a Joffrey Ballet next spring. Ron’s dad, the President, has proposed budget cuts to arts funding that could reduce the Joffrey’s allowance by 50 percent. “The President is taking a job away from his son,” says a top cheese at the National Endowment for the Arts, which channels Uncle Sam’s cash to cultural institutions. “If his budget goes through, Ron won’t even make enough money for toe shoes.”
Riders of the Purple Prose
When Alexander Haig goes eyeball-to-eyeball with the English language, it is not the Secretary of State who blinks. To tone up the Reagan administration’s usage, Secretary of Commerce Malcolm Baldrige has circulated a memo to his staffers, admonishing them to use “short sentences and short words, with emphasis on plain English.” Proper style, the memo suggests, would be “halfway between Ernest Hemingway and Zane Grey, with no bureaucratese.” In other words, there are to be no more maximizings and finalizings. Good to see this sort of thinking concretized.
•Marrying Jane Pauley hasn’t heightened the visibility of cartoonist Garry (Doonesbury) Trudeau, and that is definitely by design. “I’ve been trying for some time now,” the inkshy Trudeau recently told a group of booksellers, “to develop a life-style that doesn’t require my presence.”
•Andre Previn’s 22-year-old daughter, Lovely (that’s Alicia, whose mom’s his first wife, Betty Bennett), has cut a rock single. Upon hearing it, Previn asked, “Is that it? Or do you have to add to it?” He grumped, “I couldn’t make out any of the words, but then I do hate rock music.” Musical nonsupport is nothing new between those two; blithely ignoring his jazz piano recordings, she calls his music “usually two or three hundred years old.”
•It’s not true, ERA advocate Alan Alda told the press in Beverly Hills, that passage of the amendment would lead to unisex bathrooms. “With passage of the ERA,” he explained, “men can be assured they will find no woman in the men’s room—unless she’s there to fix the plumbing.”