Who is this Pussy Galore from Harlem?
‘She is the only woman who runs a gang in America. It is a gang of women. . . . She is entirely reliable. She was a trapeze artist. She had a team. It was called “Pussy Galore and her Abrocats”. . . . The team was unsuccessful so she trained them as burglars, cat burglars. It grew into a gang of outstanding ruthlessness. It is a Lesbian organization which now calls itself “The Cement Mixers”.
Ian Fleming, Goldfinger (1959)
Keguro!! How many ways have I missed you? Let me count the ways! (um.. 8 in this post at least!). Haiya- uko home? For how long? If for a wee bit longer, I would pay for your studio photo to meet up… Si you hook it up on email? And shame on me for leaving you a message on your blog comment section but ah, well, we knew each other before the elections so…
The last I knew you were on the back of a bicycle heading through the hills of Uganda. You made it out safely! As soon as my email starts behaving–we’re having transition issues–it shall be dispatched.
Can I borrow that book? Please, pretty please?
At the end, Pussy discovers that all she needed was the love of a good man.
Bond does have some nasty stuff to say about pansies and confusion and so on.
My books are attached to me. They cannot leave my side. It is a tragic condition.
Arghh, so now I have to actually READ Bond instead of watching him? Damn you Keguro!
PS Claude McKay is your dude. Give me his one book everyone has to read so I can see why.
Sorry, no shortcuts on McKay.
Banjo (1929)
Banana Bottom (1933)
A Long Way from Home (1937)
Given your proclivities (nice way to describe you as a historian) I’d suggest A Long Way from Home, a lovely and strange autobiography.