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Yesterday at p. By Katie Heaney and Kelly Conaboy. More Stories. He used to go out with Carly Simon. But it partly was. Jill was also in that class, and she was very good, very smart, and, briefly, our babysitter. Arturo was an Italian, in The New Yorker a lot, lovely, a bit out of it, flirted with all the girls.
Jill was there, and Donna. Jill was also very distinctive. Is it okay to write about this? Is it not okay? How minimalist should I be? You know, all the things you fumble around with. They had a confidence, a sense of voice. Arturo adored Donna. I passed through a dazzlingly quick intimacy, to violent disagreement, then silence. What compels me now is that in each of these cases the friend was another like myself, a financial--aid case there, stranded among the heirs to various American fortunes.
In friendship Donna had a rarefied talent for secrecy and fantasy, exactly as her books suggest… I relished sharing [her] trancelike aura until the star of our friendship suddenly fell. Donna mimeographed. In so many ways, it was ideal for me.
She left invitations in my box. Never went, though. She had a cabinet with liquor in it. She was tiny, yet she could drink everyone under the table. I always felt Donna was very contained, very theatrical. It was hard to get a real sense of her.
But my second semester girlfriend, Madi Horstman, was like that, too. She was a painter and so dynamic and funny and took up so much wonderful space. Somebody threw it there. But Donna forgave me everything. I thought she was sweet. Zines were a very New York downtown art kid thing to do, kind of like the Internet before the Internet.
The truth can now be told. Yes, I dealt at Bennington once or twice. If you were interested in getting high, then you could either be spending money or collecting money. In so many ways, it was the ideal setting for me. I projected onto the school all the unfair privileges of the art world, rich people buying each other careers and all that. By the end of my freshman year, I was full of surly-outsider resentment. I decided to take off the fall semester and go back to New York.
I have begun a novel, and that occupies my days and nights pretty well. My situation with Phil Holmes was tortured, but not at first. At first it was wonderful. He was a quiet guy, very inward. Everyone noticed that Phil and Bret were constantly together, and speculation ran rampant.
Phil did seem and claim to be heterosexual, but for a mere friendship it was so intensive. He was romantic with me. He told everyone we were dating. For years people believed this about me. I almost believed it about me. I did a version of the book that was in the past tense, third person.
What have you done? I put it back in the present tense, first person, and fat just started melting away. What had been a four-hundred-page book became a very concise two-hundred-page book. The first was him. It was thrilling to meet Bret. He was the only person I knew who was my age and loved books and was trying to figure out how to write them. Bret was cool, magnetic. But I looked at him and thought, I like this person and I am never going to understand this person. He was so normal.
You should show him your book. She had about eighty pages written. She was very pale, super shy, clearly cared only about doing this work. I liked her. The writing was perfect. Donna has a stare, okay? She stared at me. Silent, staring daggers. Yet however casual he seemed, he was disciplined as a writer. He read and worked like crazy. Once we were talking about fiction, and he said a thing that disturbed me.
The domestic comedy that you like has been tried. The stream-of-consciousness novel has been tried. The Pynchon phantasmagoria has been tried. I dedicated it to Joe, and I know Nick was a bit peeved. His opinion about the manuscript, though, that was not ironic.
See, I thought Bret would get viewed not as a writer, but as a commentator on the sorry state of things today. After that, Bret and I stopped being friends. Next year, when I was at Brown, a story of mine was going to run in The New Yorker , the school paper did a piece on me. Bret said all this shitty stuff and I was like, What the fuck? Dick, and then get discovered at 50 and be vindicated. So part of my dropping out sophomore year was bravery and arrogance. The other part was ego failure.
It was complicated for me that Bret was publishing so early. Yes, he represented the Bennington conflation of privilege and fame that I found so problematic, but he was also so accomplished.
That had me back-peddling from Bennington, too. Bret and Donna and Jill were also there, and this older guy who wrote science fiction, and they were all in the workshops. Jonathan and I decided to shave our heads. Sinead saw us on St. Marks Place and stole the idea. She was also the campus coke dealer. She was a Didion fanatic like me. We kidnapped Quintana her first night on campus. We offered her drugs, then sat around and talked.
My friend and I bombarded her with questions about her mom, and she asked us questions about Bennington. It was all very chatty. Yeah, that sounds vaguely, vaguely familiar. There was a guy named Trey that Bret had a crush on. The Parents were New Wave-y and pop-y and a little mean-spirited. Everything immediately started to change. The drinking age went from 18 to And, all of a sudden, the police were everywhere, searching you, even in Vermont.
We were just a bunch of rich kids partying, but we knew we were in the soup. Her movements were always furtive, secretive. But we had these things called Coffee House on Sunday evenings, and she would always be there, dressed impeccably.
I think she was already clear about what she was going to do next, with her intelligence, her wit, her gifts. And she knew she was going to marry her boyfriend [Paul McGloin]—or thought she knew she was going to marry him. She was, in a way, positioning herself. There was no money for ads. The first printing was 5, It was just going to be this little book that did whatever it did.
That was the beginning and the ending of something. It was like, Oh my God, this could happen. I went from being a grad student to having paparazzi camping on my doorstep. I realized what was happening to me was going to happen to Bret. It was like Holden Caulfield updated and moved to L. I remember Bret, at the height of his early fame, being driven up by a limo from the Today show and pouring himself into class with one minute to go.
It was quite crazy and quite fun. He was so young, he had no idea what to do. You should stop right now. Joe helped so many of us. McGinniss: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my novel. I have seven empty months ahead, and I am going to do nothing but write like a fiend. Okay, so I was living in California, but I was in love with a girl at Bennington, Susan Goldman, and I ended up coming back and staying with Susan for much of what would have been my senior year.
I was writing my novel in her dorm room and sneaking into the dining hall. The movie rights had sold. My friends were older and they were gone. No teacher would let me into a workshop. I was this freak. I started The Rules of Attraction.
It was a very lonely year. Like this scene with this woman character; now, would your friend so-and-so behave like this? That is how she behaved. Make him stop! When I came back, he always had this crew of young men around him.
They were fans, but he kind of liked them, too, you know? They all wanted to be writers, and he was very charming.
So he could convince them to, like, give it a try. I started spending more time in New York. That was pretty strange. We were wild and out of control. Bret could get in anywhere. Bret sold his book and he started having these dinners and parties at the Carlyle. So the tide had really turned as far as who their valued customer was.
His dad was a big guy, very masculine, bloated, but likable in a way. He was violently shaming of Bret. It was so wrong. I did, and with my class. Donna gave the speech. I was like Huck Finn at his own funeral. Imagine Bret having to live with his dad doing this to someone everyone thought was his girlfriend. If you were at the right party, the party you were supposed to be at, then Andy was there. Him and Keith [Haring] and an older supermodel—Lauren Hutton.
The party was fabulous and amazing. Everybody was trashed. It was such a cute party. All the kids had the right fashionable hair and the right fashionable clothes. Bret thought I was coming on to his mom that night. I was fifteen years older than everybody there, and I felt like one of the less experienced people in the room.
Which makes sense. He was in the crowd that everyone wanted to be part of. Fox when he was starring in Bright Lights, Big City. He was very much a traditionalist, an establishment figure, a little bit of a bad boy but not really. And my aesthetic was L. All of that was an anathema to Jay. I finally took Bret to task for it. Really, is a straight man ever going to write a book that revolves around male prostitution?
I never came out. For me, it was neither here nor there, but other people got riled up about it, and Jay was one of them. Bret started calling her Madonna Tartt. The four of us spent a lot of time together. This was in the early nineties. American Psycho had just come out, and The Secret History was making the rounds of publishing houses. There was a lot of cocaine around, and Donna was into it. One night I asked her what she thought of American Psycho.
She had this rictus smile that was also a glare. Soon after, she and Gary [Fisketjon] started hooking up, and she left Bill, and I saw her less. She would come and go. She was spending a lot of time, as she does now, going away to write, retreating to Vermont or the South. I think Donna dedicated the book to me because I shaved off a couple years of it moving through the system. Donna was grateful. But she felt indebted to me for something I was happy to do. It was a pleasure reading those pages for a decade.
When it came out, Claude and Matt and I got endless calls. No one would ever kill you, not even in print, no. And, like Bunny, I was an extremely affected young man.
I was kind of a horrible bounder, though in my case it was never intentional. A funny thing. But I always thought the name came from the critic Edmund Wilson. Bunny was his nickname, too. I never did. And lo and behold, Donna calls me in my little slum apartment.
I realized later it was her wanting to know, How would Bunny answer this? His eye problems, the chip in his tooth. I smoked Lucky Strikes. I wore suspenders and glasses. I was very deep into the study of Plato and Plotinus, as Henry is described as being. He was the single greatest influence on my life. But it was a piece of accidentalia that Donna seized on and used in a pointed way.
Claude considered it a betrayal—not a personal betrayal so much as a betrayal of his teachings. That's why when the Purge came it was such a convulsive thing. Tartt is highly guarded to say the least about any relationship between the novel and her own life, but there is surely common ground.
Don Tartt was an upwardly mobile small-town operator who. His sexuality is kind of weird. The charges? Fortunately we are not brother and sister, or else we would have been quite guilty. Our landlords are minor and despicable Nazis, and even though we were as pure of incest as babes in arms, by proving ourselves innocent of that we proved ourselves guilty in their eyes of Immoral Conduct… [Paul] hit upon the very excellent plan of offering… extra money for rent.
Worked like a charm. Claude was, I was, trying to find a way to be a complete person, to live well in order to die well, the same as Socrates and Plato. He said that Donna had lived with him while he was at Harvard Law and she was writing, and then dumped him like a hot potato when the book was accepted.
He was very wounded talking about her. I long felt that Donna was the Yoko Ono of the Greek class. Our friendships fell apart. Because of its special properties of isolation and eccentricity, it got to be the place that was that way the longest.
Something had to be done to cut costs. All she said about wanting continuity was a lie. What she wanted was to diminish the faculty and exalt the administration.
And Claude, because of the unassailable respect he had, was able to block her. A witch hunt started, and Claude was eventually ousted. Elizabeth Coleman destroyed that. Every other college in America was basically a vocational school for a career. Why on earth would Elizabeth Coleman try to make people go to law school and medical school? Bennington was a really special place for artists. She spit on all that.
I remember she took all the antiques out of the dorms, sold them, and bought Ikea. I realized it was kind of ridiculous to hang out with him, cool as he was. At the end of the day, Claude was driven by a—you know—perverse interest in me. And that was wrong. I felt that something precious and remarkable was being destroyed.
I was just as mixed up about that as I was about all the rest of Bennington. Then Fortress came out. I was reading too fast. So I slowed down, five pages here, ten pages there, and I got swept up in it. What he did was wondrous. Then I came along. The irony is, I do have that chapter about Bennington in Fortress that should have been appalling to them. Giving that address—me, the sophomore on leave—was an amazing piece of closure.
In a funny sense, it was graduation day for me. It was exactly what I was looking for. Everything about the campus, the people I met, the setting itself, the freedom I was given—it was a truly blissful period.
Yes, there was tension and, yes, there was heartache, but overall I loved it.