Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Oh no--Hollywood has discovered Kinsey and will make him into a fool the way they did John Nash. I was a board member of the Kinsey Institute in Bloomington, Indiana when wacky June Reinishe was director and even wackier Bob Ganchiff enlisted all his friends to drive five hours to party in Hoagy Carmichael's bar. All I remember was all the erotic art, mostly fakes or copies.

En route to my research of Berenson-Clark and Fry relationship, I feel a little protective of BB-- these upper class English obviously were anti- mercantile, i.e. anti-Semitic and deeply anti-American. In my many rendezvous with Quentin Bell, even as a 24 year old, I detected identical sympathies.