Says Jeffrey P. Koep of the Liberace Foundation, “He had the look that you see the kids doing now that’s very popular.” Well, maybe. No matter: Las Vegas’s Liberace Museum is closing.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
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I lived in the USA eight years, visited the Liberace Museum in my last few days before I left, and it helped me understand the American psyche more than almost anything else that had gone before. It is an amazing place, seriously, one of the most amazing museums in the world (and I’ve been a museum professional), and it’s very sad to see it close. The Smithsonian should take it over, or at least organise a travelling Liberace show.
The article mentions going on the road, though not through the Smithsonian.
I once saw a traveling exhibition of Elvis regalia — jumpsuits, sunglasses, and I can’t recall what else. It was a sad and strange experience. (I’d go again.)
For a while there in the late '90s, I made several trips to Las Vegas, and yet somehow there was always some more pressing business than a visit to the Liberace Museum, and I thought there would always be time, later. Ah, well.
It seems I’m the only one here who hasn’t been to Las Vegas. :)
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A colleague of mine has traveled to Las Vegas several times and on one of these trips actually visited the Liberace Museum. Unfortunately for her, the map she had did not have a scale of miles on it, so what looked like an easy stroll turned out to be five miles in the unrelenting desert sun. Even so, she made it to her destination, somewhat wilted and none the worse for wear, loading up on souvenirs for the folks back home, including a fabulous fridge magnet for me, depicting Władziu Valentino Liberace in all his pouffy-hairpieced, ringed and (faux? surely)-fur-collared glory.
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