Leave it to Shirley Jackson to spin a tale of an unsettling — and altogether too true — encounter with fame. I wonder, was she at El Morocco that night?
The story is called The Arabian Nights from the newly published and absolutely mesmerizing,
Let Me Tell You: New Stories, Essays, and Other Writings, by Shirley Jackson
Read the rest of this story! Get the book! Click on the cover below and go directly to Amazon! Fabulous!
Oooh, this sounds right up my alley, like another fine book that I have already read twice…
You will read “Let Me Tell You” over and over again — stories, essays, articles — funny, frightening, oh-so-sardonic. Write me an email with your address in France? And I’ll send you a copy!
Pumpkin, it costs a FORTUNE to mail books to France! I put it on my Amazon list and will get it later in the fall. Thanks so much for offering though! How do I not know her writing???
I got hooked young, with “We Have Always Lived in the Castle,” even old I still love it 😉 .
Really????!!!! She’s such a wonder!!
I don’t know if she was in the nightclub (maybe she saw the photo in the paper) but whatever happened the story has that very real, very off-center, emotional core she’s famous for. I just about flipped when I read it, El Morocco — The Arabian Nights — hm. Kind of the opposite of:
Dear Mr. Gable,
I am writing this to you
and I hope that you will read it so you’ll know
My heart beats like a hammer
and I stutter and I stammer
every time I see you at the picture show.
I guess I’m just another fan of yours
and I thought I’d write and tell you so…