De Amerikaanse schrijver Norman Mailer werd op 31 januari 1923 in Long_Branch, New Jersey geboren. Zie ook alle tags voor Norman Mailer op dit blog.
Uit: The Fight
“There is always a shock in seeing him again. Not live as in television but standing before you, looking his best. Then the World’s Greatest Athlete is in danger of being our most beautiful man and the vocabulary of Camp is doomed to appear. Women draw an audible breath. Men look down. They are reminded again of their lack of worth. If Ali never opened his mouth to quiver the jellies of public opinion, he would still inspire love and hate. For he is the Prince of Heaven – so says the silence around his body when he is luminous.”
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“Then he made a curious remark one could think about for the rest of the week. It was characteristic of a great deal about Foreman. “Excuse me for not shaking hands with you,” he said in that voice so carefully muted to retain his power, “but you see I’m keeping my hands in my pockets.”
Of course! If they were in pockets, how could he remove them? As soon ask a poet in the middle of writing a line whether coffee is taken with milk or cream. Yet Foreman made his remark in such simplicity that the thought seems likeable rather than rude. He was telling the truth. It was important to keep his hands in his pockets. Equally important to keep the work at remove. He lived in silence. Flanked by body guards to keep, exactly, to keep hand-shakers away, he could stand among a hundred people in the lobby and be in touch with no one. His head was alone. Other champions had a presence larger than themselves. They offered charisma. Foreman had silence. It vibrated about him in silence.”
“Foreman’s hands were as separate from him as a kuntu. They were his instrument and he kept them in his pockets the way a hunter lays his rifle back into its velvet case.”
Norman Mailer (31 januari 1923 – 10 november 2007)
Op de cover van Life, augustus 1969
Lees verder “Norman Mailer, Anna Blaman, Alfred Kossmann, Anton Korteweg, Benoîte Groult”