“He just sits there drinking iced tea, never ordering a thing to eat. So he was married to Marilyn Monroe. Big deal.”
“Um, that was Arthur Miller. Not Norman Mailer.”
It’s a common mistake.
I only watch one network television show — Gilmore Girls — and I watch it every damned week. Tonight’s episode, by my reckoning, counted officially as dissertation work. Norman Mailer was actually in the episode. Many, many times. And at one point Sookie yelled at him while waving about a paperback copy of Armies of the Night — the same edition, I might add, that I have meticulously underlined and annotated. I feel a bit dizzy.