THE INFORMATION #788 JUNE 13, 2014

THE INFORMATION
#788 JUNE 13, 2014
Copyright 2014 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some
reason in madness.–Friedrich Nietzsche

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER NINE: PART FOURTEEN: THE MAYOR OF HELL

It’s been a fair spell since I spoke of Red Mary the Madame and how
she was bearing up under all this rigamarole between Ketman and Stolas
and Conklin and all the rest. It was nearly nine months since she had
nearly broken down and gone off her trolley and she was still in a
delicate state of mind. In those months I tried real hard not to give
her no reason to feel worried so I would pretend to be going to school
and I would intercept the mail from the schoolhouse saying I had not
been seen on their premises since roughly October the previous year
and now it was nearly June and of course there was no question that I
would not graduate with the rest of the class, but that didn’t trouble
me none since I learned more on the streets in a week than I learned
in that stuffy and cramped classroom in one year.

It’s not as though Red Mary still didn’t have her other troubles. The
roguish Beau Nash the skull-faced pimp still gave her the
whim-whams, though she wouldn’t admit it–perhaps he reminded her of
the wolf boy who the villagers out west said used to prowl around
deserted campsites and molest the cattle left to roam free on the
range for their forage. She would tell me tales of the wolf boy as she
tucked me into bed, and I wouldn’t know whether to believe her or not,
and I could tell even as a cub that there was still cause to question
her sanity–her brain was loaded until it all but exploded– although
her palaver was a bit less wild then it was some nine months previous
when she had been at her worst. The doctor prescribed chloral hydrate
and if I could have that old whiskered quack’s billy goat between my
forks I’d wring his neck from here to damnation for ever giving her
that poison.

The corrupt police Captain Tom Aston was still threatening to run her
in if she didn’t come up with protection money every month, so Little
Jane, one of the more trustworthy whores, set out to make a collection
among the soiled doves so the place wouldn’t be shut down. At any time
Little Jane could have taken that money and flown to another city with
a stake to make a new life for herself, but she was too decent to do
it, and that was one of the reasons I loved her for who she was. That
she had proportions like an American Venus didn’t hurt none, I swan.
Even so, some of the whores had to be persuaded that it was in their
best interests to kick in their share of the booty, and Little Jane
was not above using threats to get her way. Alderman Tyler was always
threatening to run all the brothels out of town, so a yearly
contribution to his “campaign” was also considered judicious, but by
this time Red Mary was too far gone to attend to such business so it
was left, once again, to Little Jane to collect the needed bribe money
from amongst the harlots.

“Far away in the hills,” Mary would say, “Many years ago, I wandered
in the streams and gullies, and my heart is still there. Why O why did
I leave the country and head out west and go to The Easy and then
come here to die?”

“Aw, Mary, you ain’t dyin'” I’d say.

“Show some respect, Yob,” snapped she. “Don’t use that fucking word ‘ain’t'”.

So I stayed mum.

“Maybe it still isn’t too late to go back to the sunshiny land. By the
way, Little Yob”–that was her pet name for when she wanted to flatter
me, “Have you seen the little purple bottle that was on the dresser
there?”

Still I stayed Mum. “Well, no matter. “

It was chloral she was after. And it was Doc Ketman was weaning her
off the chloral by administering lavender and slowly substituting her
large daily dose of the awful stuff with Valarian root. She was still
itchy and anxious and sweaty, and from time to time she would see
things which simply weren’t there, like the ghosts of little orphan
kids who had been left to sleep out in the rain by finding a nook or
cranny in a shed or a wagon yard or an abandoned ship in the
boatyards. She claimed that the little kiddies would cry and reach out
and wail for their mammies.”They will speak from the dust” she kept
saying, in a flat monotonous voice.

From time to time Red Mary would sing a peculiar song of her own
devising, a melancholic refrain with a lilting tune that sounded for
all the world like a church choir telling of the virtues of heaven
with underneath it the knowledge of tolling of Satan’s grim bell:

We wake in the morning,
With a tear in our eye,
In the morning, In the mourning sky.

When she started in to that kind of talking, that was my signal to
call in Doc Ketman. Usually we would find her in her rooms in a
dishevelled state, tearing the place apart, looking for her bottle of
chloral.

1*SALUTATION
SQUIRREL BAIT
SUN GOD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PImYNoVrsl0

2*REFERENCE
BLOOMBERG: UNIVERSITIES BECOMING BASTIONS OF INTOLERANCE
http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/29/us/bloomberg-harvard-speech/index.html?hpt=hp_t2

3*HUMOR
NYT CENSORED CARTOON
https://michael-kupperman.squarespace.com/kuppermanblahblahblah/2014/6/1/the-comic-not-fit-to-print

4*NOVELTY
WORLD’S BIGGEST RECORD COLLECTION SELLING DIRT CHEAP
http://www.tonedeaf.com.au/338457/worlds-biggest-record-collection-is-selling-dirt-cheap-but-nobody-wants-it.htm

5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
HOW BOOK SELLERS CAN BEAT AMAZON
http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/05/31/opinion/how-book-publishers-can-beat-amazon.html?referrer

6* DAILY UTILITY
12 BEST LOBSTER SHACKS IN NEW ENGLAND
http://www.yankeemagazine.com/article/features/best-lobster-shacks

7*CARTOON
ILLUSIONS
http://www.slate.com/blogs/bad_astronomy/2014/06/01/optical_illusions_the_best_illusions_of_the_year.html

8*PRESCRIPTION
INSIDE THE LOOMING FOOD CRISIS
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/05/140522-food-crisis-vulnerable-weather-climate-future/

9*RUMOR PATROL
THE FUTURE OF COMPUTERS
http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2014/06/os_x_yosemite_apple_is_turning_your_mac_into_an_iphone.html

10* LAGNIAPPE
HOW TO NOT GET A HANGOVER
http://www.harpersbazaar.com/beauty/health-wellness-articles/cures-for-hangovers

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
PUTIN
Putin: Don’t let the Czars get in your eyes.

11A
THE AMERICAN CREDO. MENCKEN & NATHAN. ****
THE ARAN ISLANDS. SYNGE. ****
BOOKS READ AND REVIEWED
BATMAN: DARK VICTORY. ***
BATWOMAN 3. WORLD’S FINEST. ***
BLACKHAWKS: THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD. ***1/2
DICKS. ENNIS. ***1/2
GOD SAVE THE KINKS. JOVANOVICH. ***1/2
GREEN ARROW 1. THE MIDAS TOUCH. ***
GREEN ARROW 4. THE KILL MACHINE. ***
THE GREEN WOMAN. STRAUB. **
IRREDEEMABLE. 3. WAID. ***1/2
IRREDEEMABLE. 5. WAID. ****
IRREDEEMABLE. 9. WAID. ****
IRREDEEMABLE. 10. WAID. ****
KNOCK EM DEAD JOB INTERVIEW. YATE. ****1/2
LISTVERSE.COM EPIC BOOK. FRATER. ****
THE LIFE & TIMES OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. LEVY. ****
THE LIVES OF THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF ENGLAND. FRASER, ED. ***
LOW LIFE. SANTE. ****1/2
MAN’S SEARCH FOR MEANING. FRANKL. ****1/2
MASTER OF THE SENATE. CARO. ****1/2
THE MOB AND THE CITY. HORTIS. ***1/2
SLAVES IN THE FAMILY. BALL. ****
STEIG LARSSON’S THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE. MINA. ****
THUNDERBOLTS 1. HOW TO LOSE. ***
THUNDERBOLTS: CAGE. ***
THE UNTOLD HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES. STONE & KUZNICK. ***1/2
VILLAINS, SCOUNDRELS & ROGUES. MARTIN. ***1/2
WANT. KASMIN. ****
WOMAN REBEL. BAGGE. ***1/2
THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. OLBERMANN. ****

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE.
747. AYN RAND
Ayn Rand didn’t die a normal death. Someone threw a bucket of water on
her, and she melted.

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