Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
|Whilst looking at Dorothy Parker |
t-shirts on Cafe Press.com
I was amused to see whose
is the only other one
being sold right next to hers
in the Literature category
of the Cafepress.com
"History Speaks" shop:
|One of Ms Parker's husbands |
(Alan Campbell, pictured to her right)
was homosexual, but he adored her.
Nevertheless, they had their frequent fights.
They would always make up later.
At one point they were especially angry with each other for a more than usual period of time.
Dottie came home to find him lying dead in bed.
Campbell died in 1963, at the age of fifty-nine, when he overdosed on barbiturates in the West Hollywood home he shared with Parker. Though his death was likely accidental, the coroner's report listed it as a probable suicide. It was a god-awful mess, and Parker fell to pieces, with only black humor to hold her together. One of her neighbors, the writer Peter Feibleman, overheard her exchange words with another neighbor, a silly woman who began gushing over Campbell's death and asking what she could get for her. "Get me a new husband," Parker croaked. That was a "disgusting remark," the woman replied. "Sorry," said Dottie. "Then run down to the corner and get me a ham and cheese on rye and tell them to hold the mayo."Alan had overdosed on alcohol and sleeping pills.
Crushed by Campbell's death, along with a slew of health woes and crippling depression, Parker self-medicated with scotch for nearly a year before moving back to New York in early 1964.
Above excerpts from Marion Meade in Apr/May 2006 BOOKFORUM
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
The house and the story
Dottie lived to the ripe old age of 73 that nobody had ever expected her to do, least of all herself. Of a heart attack. Natural causes, of all things! To the very end she surprised us.
When she turned 70, she told an interviewer who asked what she was going to do next, "If I had any decency, I'd be dead. All my friends are."
Dorothy Parker died in June of 1967 -- a mere two months before Brian Epstein.