the pathos of jackie kennedy dolls on etsy

i’ve written before about paperdolls. about how they are sometimes so haunting and we should all be using them to teach history because their pathos seems a particularly useful pedological tool. but i’m realizing i’ve not thought enough about dolls more generally. because, you guys, DOLLS… they really capture something about the human condition, no?

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anniversary nostalgia trip: jfk jr and cbk

someone posted something saying it was 15 years since jfk jr and carolyn bessette and lauren bessette died. which, firstly, made me wonder WHERE HAVE THE LAST 15 YEARS GONE?!?!! WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE?!?!?! (um… college, graduate school, work, and a phd, so not too shabby all in all…) and, secondly, sent me down a wormhole of google images, a time-suck i’m trying to justify by turning it into this post. still… 15 years. it all looks so sex & the city, non?

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musings on stories, sources, stories about sources, sources as story-tellers, and the story of story-telling as relates to the story of jackie kennedy’s alleged love affair with mr. RFK (ie. the sex lives of dead people, reprise)

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Lest you think biographers do nothing but lazing about eating bonbons and sipping champagne, it actually boils down to, for me anyway, rather a whole lot of intellectual/psychological heavy lifting about motivations and character and societal demands. Fun times!

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the sex lives of dead people (ie. the ‘jackie slept with nureyev! bobby slept with nureyev! everybody slept with nureyev!’ brouhaha caused by a book not yet published which i’ve not yet read)

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so there was a little article in the daily mail last week about how everyone who was anyone in the 1960s slept with the danzatore rudolph nureyev. as we all know, pretty much everyone who was anyone in the ’60s was a kennedy. and so: nureyev made it with the whole clan!!! Continue reading

some thoughts on jackie upon the occasion of the 50th anniversary of her 1st husband’s death

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she hated the 22nd, jackie did. hated that people chose to remember the day JFK died rather than the day of his birth or the inauguration or anything else. hated that they chose to remember the killing and not the life. she’d cancel the papers, but it didn’t matter because there’d be displays in store windows, people on the street, etc. one particularly bad year, on the anniversary, children from her son’s school followed the pair of them home shouting at the little boy ‘your father’s dead! your father’s dead!’ as he held his mother’s hand.

so i’ve mixed feelings re: writing now. re: posting tomorrow, which is why i’m posting today. because my loyalty is, as always, with her.  Continue reading

FINALLY someone has put a finger on why caroline kennedy’s authorial career has seemed so irksome (unfortunately, it is the NY post)

‘Caroline is like the Gwyneth Paltrow of legacy politics, selling off curated pieces of her image and life, crying foul whenever she can’t control the narrative or turn a profit herself.’

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