And Nancy Allen is an excerpt from a longer project, a fictional third-person memoir about the conman ‘Clark Rockefeller’. And in addition to his life’s run-of-the-mill, well-known, easily-verifiable facts—his arrest and conviction for kidnapping his daughter for instance—this memoir finds a number of harder, more-elaborate truths residing around him.
Like, for instance, that he was—allegedly allegedly—a frustrated sex freak. With a peculiarly Christian grand-ma-ma who helped impact any number of sexual hang-ups in his head (not to mention lap). One quickly finds, in the memoir, a biographical catalog of one scene after another from video film TV, a body and list populated by other impressive memes—celebrity culture knockouts and queens: Obviously the aforementioned Ms. Allen, but also Vera Miles, and Romy Schneider, and Tina Aumont, and Annette O’Toole Nic Kidman Anna Chapman (even Campbell Brown, ex-CNN)…His lived life only lived in its proximity to them. An effeminate, alligator-shirted, geek-glassed man—the length and breadth of his understood life as run through and compiled by (ah) sex. The end.