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rara-avis-l@yahoogroups.com, "Lawrence Coates"
<coatesl@...> wrote: I was also re-reading Faulkner's
"Dry September," a great short
> story about a lynching. The characters are dropping
the N-bomb all
over the place, of
> course, but when it came to using "black son of a
bitch," it was
shortened to "black son."
> Whether it was because of publishing standards or
self-censorship, I
don't know.
That's a great story, one of my favorites, together with
_Barn Burning_. I am going to reread it. I keep the Faulkner
collected stories always at hand. I think I have three or
four copies of this.
>
> But that's all more about language than actually
leaving sex out and
dry martinis in.
Yes, it seemed like an obsession about sex, resulting in
pretty comical writing in order to avoid it. But then, the
obsession with breasts, as manifested in the Janet Jackson
thing, is pretty astonishing many decades later. I mean,
women have breasts, no great novelty, no offense to anybody.
But audiovisual and written materials don't always have the
same regulations.
Henry
> Miller had trouble getting published, as I recall,
and much of his
work appeared first in
> France. But that's not the kind of writer Rara Avis
usually talks
about.
I was thinking of pulp writers of the twenties and thirties,
who seem more realistic in this sense than later writers.
Hays Code was for films, but perhaps the case of the pulp
magazines was a gray area, with no clearly imposed rules.
Perhaps nobody cared about the pulps?
Best,
mrt
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