It's not national. It's Billie's local area (Dallas) producing the program. Their station is KERA which does not have audio archives that I could find and I found no audio at the Writers Studio link.
I e-mailed Billie and told her I'd call or she could call but let's discuss the program. So we spoke on the phone including Billie playing me 20 minutes of the audio she had recorded of the program.
First off, why Candace Bushnell?
Who gives a damn what that piece of trash has to say?
If you don't know her, she was a journalist -- though she claimed in her speech that those were fiction pieces and she couldn't get paid for writing fiction so she pretended they were journalism -- whose bad columns were turned into the bad TV show Sex In The City -- inflicting Sarah Jessica Parker's horse face and that awful chin wart on generations. (SJP finally had the chin wart removed.)
She wanted to talk 'politics' and of course she's an airhead. So all she had to offer were a few snide remarks about Sarah Palin. They weren't funny or informed. But it was clear Candace thinks Palin is beneath her.
Honey, nothing is beneath you, you are trash.
She's trash and she wrote trash. It was well marketed and became a huge cable TV show (which means it would have ranked 60 or 70 for the week if it had aired on broadcast TV). They managed to turn it into one hit movie but then came the second movie and people weren't ready for more racism from Candace and the girls.
Yeah, racist. I said it. Candace is responsible for one of the most racist shows around. Can four White women in the 90s be friends in an All White NYC except for the occasional token Black boyfriend?
So while Candace may think she's better than Sarah Palin, I'll note I've never heard of or seen anything on the news about Palin that's suggested to me she's racist but everything about Candace screams "RACISM!"
The key to the TV show was that the men weren't disguised as old women (Golden Girls) but as middle aged ones. It was novel! And different! And pretending to be about liberation! Via shoes!
What an awful woman.
And she writes trashy books that lack the humanity Jackie Collins provides. I'm serious. I can read Jackie Collins any day of the week. I don't mistake her for Proust. But I also don't devalue the fact that her page turners are about breathing people, real ones. They may be dressed up as a movie star or a singer, but they come through as breathing people.
Candace Bushnell's crap is so awful that it's as if you're reading sixth-person removed narration. It's completely lifeless and limp.
(While built to reassure middle aged women that they're still sexual and sexual appealing.)
Around the time Edith Wharton's name was invoked -- as someone who writes like Bushnall! -- I stopped rolling my eyes and started gagging.
Equally astounding was to hear an airhead who knows nothing think she can lecture. Did you know what started upward mobility? The gold digger of the 1920s. Didn't the airhead just mention Edith Wharton?
See unlike the airhead, I have read Wharton. Do you know Undine? I do. She's the lead character in my favorite Wharton novel (The Custom of the Country). Undine marries up. (Marries up repeatedly.) The novel is set in the late 1800s and was published in 1913 -- clearly predating the gold diggers of the 1920s.
And gold diggers of the 1920s? That's such a perfect example for Candace because that's all she's about: Greed. And all her characters are about as well.
However, the most off putting thing about Candace is that she not only believes herself to be a writer on the level of Wharton (did I miss Candace's Pulitzer win for literature?) but also that she thinks she has something great to impart, something so great, that she must repeatedly declare "one' as in "When one writes one asks herself what one going through such a situation would feel?"
The airhead may have thought it made her sound educated but I'm sure I'm not the only one who was thinking, "So that's what Lorelie Lei would have sounded like if Marilyn Monroe had been unattractive and tired."
I'm not an elitist and am not opposed to popular fiction even of the trash genre that Bushnell hails from. But there are masters of that genre and she's not one of them. They should have booked Jackie Collins who, no doubt, would have been as lively as her books.
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