Friday, April 19, 2024

Speaking of Mae West

The New Yorker magazine recently shared a link to an article which is a reminder that the New Yorker has been around for a long time. A profile of that daring Mae West titled Mae West, the Queen of New York from 1928.

This was right before West went out to Hollywood and never went back to New York. 

And if she hadn't done, we probably would know her name no better than we know the name of Ina Claire, mentioned in the article:

Mae West has little interest in anything outside the theatre. Her reading is confined usually to Variety or any occasional newspaper. She does not even know the names of important theatrical figures unless she has come into direct contact with them. The other night Ina Claire came to see “Diamond Lil.” When Mae West was told she was out front she said, “All right, bring her in. But who is she?”

Although Claire also appeared in films and apparently could be as scandalous as West.

The author of the piece, Thyra Samter Winslow, was pretty prescient:

I have no idea how far Mae West will go, whether she will fade out to “that little place on Long Island” all good vaudeville people long for, or will write, year after year, hokum, melodramas, and sex thrillers to shock the worthies of the town, but I don’t think “Diamond Lil” is her last success.