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12.30.2002
"Mr. Tyrell Hokus
us our guest in the studio today on Bookchat. Mr. Hokus
is the author of a controversial new biography of dynamic French
composer Maurice Ravel. Good morning, Mr. Hokus."
"Morning, Salvatore."
"Tom."
"Sorry, Tom."
"Mr. Hokus, you are
without a doubt one of the most talked-about arts biographers
on the literary scene today, and your books never fail to produce
a strong reaction from the arts community. All indications are
that your latest book, Maurice Ravel: Big Disgusting Frenchie
Queer, will be no exception."
"Well, Tom, the thing
is, is that no one wants to see their favorite music guy reveal
to be a faggy queen who out to have been smothered in his stinking
crib."
"So it is your contention
that Ravel was a homosexual."
"I say, as I say
in my book and I will continue to say in all my future books
to come, that anyone who dresses like a girl, and is a mincing
frog art-fag type, whose name, to top it all off, is Maurice,
has got to be nothing more than a bufu from the word go."
"And you believe
that his sexual preferences, still taboo at the time, had a profound
influence on his body of work?"
"On his what?"
"On his life's work,
his composition."
"I'm sorry, I'm not
catching your drift. You mean what he looked like?"
"No, I mean to say
on his music."
"Oh, right, his music.
Symphonies and whatnot. Well, that I can't really say. I've never
heard any of it that I know of. But hey, if you act like a fag
and dress like a fag, I guess you play the violin like a fag
too. Now, him playing the violin, that's just me assuming, but
whatever he played, you better believe he did it with a limp
wrist."
"You're...you're
saying that you've never heard any of Ravel's music?"
"Well, again, that's
just as far as I know about. It's possible that I may have heard
it on an elevator, or in a cartoon, or something like that. Is
he the one who did 'Blue Danube', or was that Vivaldi?"
"Mr. Hokus, why did
you write this book?"
"I think that it's
my duty to inform people what these so-called 'heroes' they put
up on a pedestal were really like, even if it's something they
don't want to be hearing about."
"Your book is over
800 pages long. If you know nothing about his music, how can
you fill up so much space discussing his life?"
"Honestly, I don't
really know anything about his life either, except that he was
a French really famous symphony writer and that he was as queer
as a three-dollar bill."
"So what exactly
does your book consist of?"
"The first three
sections are descriptive passages about Maurice Ravel and his
filthy homosexual acts, and how much they disgust me; the next
two sections are speculations about what shenanigans he must
have got up to with his lousy homo friends and how repulsive
all that must have been; the fourth is a historical speculation
about other famous people who were probably cornholers or dykes;
and the remaining eight sections are simply recapitulations of
my personal view of faggots, with a special supplementary index
concerning what I believe ought to be done to these nauseating
freaks of nature. There's a 78-page afterword in which I address
specifically how I would have dealt with that monster perv Maurice
Ravel."
"Do you have any
kind of historical evidence that would support your claim that
Ravel was, in fact, a homosexual?"
"Just a gut feeling,
really."
"And your next book?"
"Right now I'm in
the preparatory stages of researching my next arts biography,
to be titled George Grosz: Portrait of a Deviant Sicko Polack
Child Molester."
"Dealing with the
artist famous for his early anti-militaristic, anti-bourgeois
drawings..."
"Oh, an artist, was
he? Well, well. You learn something new every day."
"...and who was,
in fact, German, not Polish."
"Well, near as dammit."
"Will you be touching
on his formative relationship with Dada?"
"Frankly, Tom, I'm
more interested in the relationships he was always forming with
Baby than with Dada."
"Thank you for appearing
today on Bookchat, Mr. Tyrell Hokus."
"Can I talk about
my signings?"
"No."
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