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Issue 19 | Spring 2024 | £4.50 where sold
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Who can bring down Donald Trump? (The devil knows who, but it ain’t JB) In the last edition of Booklaunch, an extract from an eye-opening book by David Curcio inadvertently explained the American public’s fascination with Donald Trump. Curcio’s Smash Hit is a study of Hollywood’s love affair with boxing and what it demonstrated was America’s heroising of the bad boy. In British popular culture, we have a fondness for the failure—the loser—but not in the USA, where every individual is a potential role model: think Howard Roark in Ayn Rand’s 1943 novel The Fountainhead. Roark is unlikeable, driven, aloof, smug, self-obsessed and lacking in empathy, but he’s also a fighter for what he alone believes in. For Rand, and for many of the nine million who went on to buy the book, that made him the embodiment of a new human ideal. Curcio’s boxers, like Rocky Balboa (Rocky, 1976), are underdogs who redeem themselves through their determination to make good. They’re also often arrogant, disrespectful, egotistical and unethical—in and out of the ring. Although married, Jake La Motta (Raging Bull, 1980) hits on a 15-yearold, marries her, and then beats up everyone she knows, including herself, out of paranoia. Boxers aren’t nice guys but they fight to win, and that makes them very watchable. Their flaws are part of their attraction;
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Booklaunch Literary Challenge No.4 “Relay Race” Set by Maggie Bawden
A favourite game in our family involves making up name chains where the last surname becomes the next first name, thus Upton Sinclair Lewis Carroll Nye Bevan … or Leslie Stephen King Charles Kingsley Amis. I challenge you to produce the longest string, using famous names— or, if you prefer, literary works (This Side of Paradise Lost Horizon …). Want a harder challenge? Why not limit yourself to only male or only female writers, or see if your chain can lead back to where you started. Email your entry to comp@booklaunch.london putting “Comp4” in the subject line and supplying your postal address, so we can send you a prize. Winning entries will be published.
Last issue’s winners: No.3 “Last Brexit to Ooklyn”
Well, this was fun. I asked you to choose two literary characters to debate the benefits of Brexit. First out of the slips was Catherine Miller from Wantage who opened Nonsense and Insensibility and found the prescient line, “Colonel Tusk continued as grave as ever, and Mrs May, unable to prevail on him to make any offer himself, nor commission her to make one for him, began to think that, instead of Midsummer, they would not be divorced till Michaelmas.” Angela Broughton in Ipswich offered a song rather than a conversation: Mad dogs and Englishmen say No to the Frog and Hun. The Portugese don’t care to, the Slovenes wouldn’t dare to, Irish and Austrians just argue from twelve to one, When Englishmen request a siesta. In the Netherlands and all other lands, there are laws that are quite unfair, In each Baltic state there are rules they hate, which the Britishers won’t wear, Directives that Spaniards swear at, nobody else would shun— But Mad Dogs and Englishmen say No to the Frog and Hun.
I’d like to have included all of Simon Fifield’s rewriting of Sheridan’s The School for Scandal (Lord Britain: When an old country marries lots of young ones, what is he to expect? ’Tis now 40 years since Lady Union made me the happiest of nations—and I have been the most miserable dog ever since! …) but length prevents. I liked Jancis Tye’s exchange between David Davis and Nigel Farrage in Harold Pinter’s The Caretaker. Davis (Looks around Europe for a parliamentary constituency, but can’t find one.) Farrage: Looking for a seat? Here, have one of mine. Davis: Forty years in that place and I couldn’t find a seat, not one. All them Greeks had it, Poles, Latvians, the lot of them, all them aliens had it. They had my share of adjusted VAT receipts and customs tariffs but I couldn’t find a seat. Farrage: You’ve spent too long there. (Sits on the bed, takes out a Class II banana with non-regulation curvature, and starts eating it.)
Congratulations to all. But my prize goes to Geoffrey Locke in Stoke-on-Trent who got it bang on—and brief, too: “Brexit?” asked Christian. “Why, from the delec-
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