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	<title>An Open Book</title>
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		<title>Bad Words</title>
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Whatever happened to the perfectly wonderful expression, &#8220;You&#8217;re welcome!&#8221;? You remember it. It&#8217;s what one used to say after someone else said, &#8220;Thank you!&#8221; It&#8217;s one of those fundamental phrases we learn at the knee of our forebears. When we learn a foreign language, we&#8217;re taught to say it in some other tongue. If a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/03/bad-words/</link>
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		<title>A &#8220;Little&#8221; Romance</title>
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In the annals of vintage gay fiction, one author stands out as truly an enigma: Jay Little. Most people today have never heard of him. You won&#8217;t find his books in stylishly designed reprints at Barnes &#38; Noble or Borders. You can&#8217;t download him on Kindle. Or read him on Google Book Search. Not yet, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What Ever Happened to Jerrold Beim?</title>
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Sometimes when I feel like a nostalgic trip down memory lane, I&#8217;ll pull out one of my favorite children&#8217;s books: Trouble After School, written by Jerrold Beim in 1957. A true classic, it&#8217;s the tale of an intelligent but slightly shy junior high school student named Lee, who feeling neglected by his parents, falls in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-to-jerrold-beim/</link>
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		<title>Titillating Titles</title>
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Half the fun of scouring old bookstores is finding things one doesn&#8217;t need, let alone even knew existed. Whenever I am out looking for additions to my various collections, I always make a point of buying something that simply makes me laugh out loud. Sometimes this is a book with a campy cover, or [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/02/the-title-says-it-all/</link>
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		<title>Screaming Queens</title>
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We stare in horror at their once beautiful, now disfigured-by-fear faces, gloating in their torment, overdosing on schadenfreude as we watch them being subjugated, tortured and abused. We dine out on their disgrace, and get off on their shame. They are the screaming queens of cinema, glittering stars of yesteryear who descend into the nightmare [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Glass Eye</title>
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[The following is an excerpt from a piece I read at The Kitchen a few years back, part of a memoir I'm writing, still very much a work in progress.]
It must have been the scream that woke me. Opening my eyes, I stared straight up. A woman was leaning over the railing of a balcony [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/01/the-glass-eye-2/</link>
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		<title>Live Man Walking</title>
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It&#8217;s not easy coming up with ideas for this blog. I mean, how many dead people can I memorialize? Glancing at some of my recent posts, I was taken aback by how often I discuss death or people who &#8220;passed on&#8221; (how I hate that expression) long ago. That&#8217;s due partly to the fact that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/01/live-man-walking/</link>
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		<title>Lust in the Dust</title>
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The wonderful thing about falling in love with dead people is that they can&#8217;t kiss and tell. I&#8217;m not talking about necrophilia, mind you. That&#8217;s too macabre, and a bit too, how do you say? &#8212; visceral. No, I&#8217;m referring to that peculiar sensation that sometimes comes over me when I come in contact with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/01/lust-in-the-dust/</link>
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		<title>Mariage Blanc</title>
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Less known than her storied husband, author W. Somerset Maugham, Syrie Maugham (shot by Cecil Beaton, above) is still a legendary figure in the worlds of high style and interior design. With her signature &#8220;white on white&#8221; palette, she single-handedly revolutionized the look and business of decorating, helping to cure high society in the 20s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2010/01/mariage-blanc/</link>
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		<title>A Sad Young Man</title>
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It seems hard to believe that F. Scott Fitzgerald, above, died 69 years ago today, on Saturday, December 21, 1940. The Winter Solstice. Fitzgerald&#8217;s obituary appeared in the New York Times on December 23, 1940, reporting that he&#8217;d had a heart attack at his Hollywood home two days before (it was actually his girlfriend, Sheilah [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brookspeters.com/2009/12/a-sad-young-man/</link>
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