Remembering Being There

The book and movie by Jerzy Kosinski 

Patti Pietschmann

I read this epic, satirical, somewhat sad and very prescient,  novel when it first came out and loved it. I was a huge Jerzy Kosinski fan to start. Last night we watched the movie that was made in 1979 with Peter Sellers as Chance and it was as good as the book but with a more unique ending. Chance is a simple man who relates everything to gardening and TV. Well dressed and bred but dimly lit, he is evicted from the home of a well heeled man who dies and must fend for himself, which is does by chance. People, very smart and successful ones, even a president, misunderstand him and conclude that he must be on to something. You must read it or get the movie (which was on TV recently). I am actually going to read the book again. When you do, think Donald Trump.

Being There is a satirical novel by the Polish-born writer Jerzy Kosinski, first published in 1970. Set in America, the story concerns Chance, a simple gardener who unwittingly becomes a much sought-after ...Wikipedia

Originally published: 1970

Author: Jerzy Kosiński

Page count: 141

Genre: Fiction

Publisher: Harcourt

Adaptations: Being There (1979)

A brilliant piece of writing in Chapt. 34 World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

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                   World of Hurt

A Novel of Las Vegas

Richard J Pietschmann

Chapter 34

Arden:  Los Angeles, November 15, 1966

Arden had seen trouble brewing for months. As the crowds thronging Sunset Strip grew, sheriff’s deputies responded by hassling hippie kids for loitering, blocking traffic and smoking pot. Worried about a repeat of the terrible Watts riots a summer ago, city leaders clamped down harder with a 10 p.m. curfew intended to get underage kids off the streets and sidewalks. The cops then were bombarded with handy antiwar and prodrug slogans.

Hell no, we won’t go the kids chorused, tune in, turn on, drop out.

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Howard Hughes and Orren head to Las Vegas atomic testing grounds

In most riveting chapter ever of World of Hurt

By Patti Pietschmann

Chapter 33 of World of Hurt is one of the series' most riveting ever and a must read. If you haven't starting following the book go back to Chapter 1 and you won't be able to stop, I promise.

Oren: March 31, 1952

The peeling front door of the rented house near the Desert Inn that Howard Hughes called “the green house” was unlocked. Oren walked in and went into the kitchen that Hughes used for an office. He sat in pajamas at the littered kitchen table stacking papers and didn't look up. Oren pulled a chair up opposite Hughes and waited.

When Hughes finally spoke, he kept his eyes on the table. There was no small talk.

“Did you hear about the Comet, Oren?”

“What comet do you mean, Howard?”

“Not a comet, sheriff, the Comet—the first civilian jet airliner. Four turbojets buried in the wings and seats for about fifty passengers. It’s going into service with BOAC next month.”

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Howard Hughes wants Oren in his movie Chapt, 32 World of Hurt

Another explosive chapter to enjoy

If you haven't been reading it, shame on you, but if you go to Chapter 32 you will be hooked, trust me.

"Hughes said, “How would you like to be in my movie, Oren?”

Oren hummed a skeptical note.

“Well, Howard, I don’t know about that. I’m no actor.”

“Acting is so easy even those imbecile pretty boys can do it. But you wouldn’t be acting. You’d be a sheriff’s captain.”

Hughes was fishing, so Oren fished back.

“What would I do?”

“Just a few scenes that won’t take any time, but you’d bring authenticity to the part. You could wear your own uniform and that hat Miss Russell seems to like so much.”

Now Oren got it. Hughes wanted him to keep an eye on the actress and report back to him. He didn’t mind Hughes being in his debt, but he sure didn’t want to be his errand boy."

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Potty-mouth ER doc getting closer to diagnosing half-dead naked man

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World of Hurt, Chapter 30-a mystery in the emergency room World of Hurt A Novel of Las Vegas Richard J Pietschmann Chapter 30 Randy hung in the back of the ER cubicle trying to stay out of the way as the pit bull emergency doctor hurried over to a phone and yelled into it. “Page Martone to get his skinny ass to ER twelve fast as those spindly legs can move.” She slammed the phone back down and resumed examining the nearly dead guy inch by inch. The monitors made alarmed noises. Randy said, “What’s wrong with him?” She spoke to the nurse without looking at him. “Epinephrine, stat.” S. Weinberg, M.D., looked up at Randy. He knew what was coming. “Let’s see. His vitals are crap, he’s unconscious, his heart is barely ticking, and his organs are probably shutting down. What’s wrong with him is he’s fucking dying.” He was beginning to understand that she used hostility, vulgarity and sarcasm as a kind of armor to keep people at a distance. It seemed to work well for her. He asked another question he knew would get a reaction. “Why is he blue?” He wasn’t disappointed. “Unless he escaped from that Blue Man show, I don’t have a fucking clue.” Are you hooked yet? If so go to www.worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com.

Excitement in the ER with Randy and foul-mouthed Trauma Unit MD

World of Hurt

A Novel of Las Vegas

Richard J Pietschmann

Chapter 29

Randy and the foul-mouthed but honey-voiced trauma surgeon stood in the crowded corridor and glared at each other. They paid no attention to the personnel and gurneys streaming around them like a fast-flowing creek parting around a boulder. Neither did the almost hairless, blue-tinged guy slumped in the wheelchair between them.

“He needs help, now,” Randy said.

“Go fuck yourself,” she said.
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A comatose naked man, foul-mouthed ER doctor and Arden star in Chapter 28 of World of Hurt

World of Hurt by Richard J Pietschmann just keeps getting better
by Patti Pietschmann

She regarded Randy with cold, hostile eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

She snarled it in a slow Southern drawl.

He held up his badge toward her.

“I’m a cop.”

“Yeah, well, I’m Tinkerbell and this is my nightmare.  Get out of it now, motherfucker, before I shit fairy dust all over you.”

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