l The New York club scene has never seemed this gloomy. Its most famous "Club Kid", Michael Alig, is under arrest for murder; the flamboyant club impresario Peter Gatien, known as the "Last Nightlord", has been indicted for drug-dealing, and Mayor Giuliani's administration continues to pass laws to deter the opening of clubs in new spaces. No wonder the 20th anniversary of the opening of Studio 54, high-water mark of nightclub decadence, is being greeted with so much unabashed nostalgia. Anthony Haden-Guest's The Last Party, a deliciously sordid account of New York nightlife since the late Seventies, has just been published. To tie in with it, a CD of hi-energy classics is being issued, and three films that revolve around the Studio are in development. There's Whit Stillman's The Last Days of Disco; an independent project by Mark Christopher; and a feature by I Shot Andy Warhol co-writer Daniel Minahan.
l Haden-Guest's book is not to be confused with The Last Party: Scenes From My Life with
Norman Mailer, the forthcoming memoirs of Adele Mailer, an ex-wife of the novelist (she's the one he stabbed). She recounts the couple's bohemian Sixties lives in excitable language, revealing, for instance, that when someone stubbed out a cigarette on Mailer's rear end while he was having sex, "Naked Normie with his sweating crazy man's face let out a Mailerean bellow of pain."
l National Poetry Month is being marked by the publication of a compendium of Very Bad Poetry, a mercifully slender volume that none the less provides some unexpected pleasures. Each of these awesomely putrid poems lives up (or down, as the case may be) to its title: "Ode on the Mammoth Cheese", "The Happy Little Cripple", and "The Dentologia - A Poem on the Disease of the Teeth".Reuse content