From : The Guardian
Ph0to : http://www.guardian.co.uk/
The movie was based on a book written by someone we knew. It was labelled fiction but most of it – the snuff movie, the gang rape – was true. The only bits that hurt were those that chronicled my relationship with Blair as the writer was in love with her himself, though too immersed in the passivity of writing and too pleased with his own style to bother with many commas to admit it so he wrote me into the story as the man who was too frightened to love. Make of that what you will though the real message I want you to take is that I'm a smartass seller of banal meta-fictions.
I went to the premiere in 1987 with Blair, Rip, Julian and all the other empty narcissists who had somehow dazzled the literary establishment. The movie had been a pile of shit. Bret had hated the movie too and what follows is I guess his revenge. Shame he involved you in it because the real Julian didn't die in the movie he died on the page more than 20 years later.
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