Eric Blair writes:
Re Michael Jackson, you wrote:
“His private life was a mess but I just accepted that. What can I compare it to? If only we knew how the inner life of an Elie Wiesel functions, or a Charles Manson, would we find anything less strange? With Jackson, it just all hung out there.”
You’re onto something here. I’ve more than once read the near-identical news item in which some male judge will book a hotel suite, get glammed up in female attire, get drunk, and then meander down the hallways, startling the other hotel guests.
The 1972 film The Ruling Class and Genet’s play The Balcony explore this nether side of the judgeship, when one’s usual austere top-down persona is tossed aside for another one, for the sake of a degrading, masochistic ritual.
Did I mention that Jean Genet, like Monsieur Celine, was also a Holocaust revisionist? You're in good company!