Addendum: we should address the 🐘 in the room… in case of confusion, there is of course a FICTIONAL “John Galt”, created by a very famous American author, whose towering influence on literature still resonates today…
…of course I speak of the late, great Robert E. Howard, whose character “John Galt” appears in the short story “Black Talons”, published in STRANGE DETECTIVE STORIES, Dec 1933 (it’s not one of his best, though—stick to #Conan the Barbarian)
Je regarde le #film "Chute Libre" . Je me souviens de l'avoir loupé en 1993 à sa sortie, l'affiche avec Mickaël Douglas collé sur le mur du cinéma où j'étais bénévole ( mais j'étais pas là le bon week-end). 30 ans après je le vois enfin, bonne surprise, il y a du #pulpfiction avant l'heure (1 an) mais en brut de décoffrage....
Robert E. Howard lived all his life with his TB suffering mother and killed himself when it was clear that she had only hours left to live. This has often been interpreted as him being unable to live without her. In his REH bio, Mark Finn makes an interesting and well-supported argument that turns this on its head. REH had been suicidal for years, but lived on because he was his mother's primary care giver. He had in fact waited to be released from his duties.
"Christ", muttered Charles, as he unveiled the portrait.
Speaking at the unveiling, the artist said that he wished to explain “two artistic pieces of licence.Yeo said: “One is the colour, obviously, which was inspired by the colour of the bright red tunic of the Welsh Guards.
“The other thing is the butterfly. I would love to take full credit for that but it was actually the subject’s idea.”
“Well, believe it now, motherfucker, we got to get this portrait off the road! You know folks tend to notice shit like you painted a portrait drenched in fucking blood!"
"Beginning in the 1890s, newspapers... tried to appeal to a broader audience by publishing popular fiction derisively called 'shund' or 'trash.' Yiddish authors like Sholem Aleichem and Y.L. Peretz strove to create a national literature. Shund stories, on the other hand, were written to make a profit, veering into the sensational and melodramatic — tales of romance, adventure, anything that would sell."