Apparently one of my younger readers mistook the photograph I posted yesterday as being a particularly gaudy cross-dresser or female impersonator. No, horrifically enough, that was a very real photograph of Dame Barbara Cartland who wrote or at least had her name placed on scores, maybe hundreds of cheap, pulp romance novels. The kind of thing that can get you all Damed up by ol' Liz II.
Back while working at a public library, I remember the crusty old librarian who, during a discussion of what to do with the many, many duplicate copies of her crap dumped on the library asked, "Have you seen her? What a painted doll!" followed by her infectious cackling laugh. Here's another view of Dame Barbara.
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