If you can only read one post today read this one. But if you can read only read two, read Simon Doonan’s Liberace article posted on Slate this past Thursday.
Here is the first entry:
“England, 1959. Liberace successfully sues the London Daily Mirror for calling him, among other things, “a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love.” (Never has an insult been longer or in greater need of an acronym.) Having been similarly accused in my gritty schoolyard at the time, I experienced a distinct twinge of solidarity with the beleaguered entertainer. I suspected that I too might be a DWSSCSLQGFMIHOML.”
That deadly winking line is worth the price of admission alone but it is a kinda sweet story of Doonan’s close encounters of the third kind with the extra terrestial Liberace.
read it here:
http://www.slate.com/id/2269135/