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- BOOKS, Page 71In the Heat of the Night
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- By MARGARET CARLSON
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- HOLY TERROR: ANDY WARHOL CLOSE UP
- by Bob Colacello
- HarperCollins; 514 pages; $22.95
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- Andy would be having a fit, just beside himself. Who does
- Bob Colacello think he is, writing about Bianca and Liz and
- Truman and Yoko, as if they would have given him the time of
- day if he weren't working at the Factory? Sure, Jackie O. was
- polite that time Andy took Colacello along as his date to a
- Christmas party, even shared her glass of Perrier. But she
- didn't mean it, calling Andy the next day to complain about his
- bringing a gossip columnist to real people's parties. Really.
- At least this time he didn't throw up in the sink, the way he
- did when Andy was with him at Halston's.
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- That's how Warhol remembers Colacello in The Andy Warhol
- Diaries (807 pages), published in 1989, which is not exactly
- how Colacello remembers Colacello in this 514-page nag. Dueling
- diaries may be the perfect '80s moment, in which two shallow
- people recount in mind-numbing detail the comings and goings
- (a lot of time is spent in cabs) of long-forgotten and always
- boring celebrities like Viva, Baby Jane Holzer and Jerry Hall.
- Warholian scholars, if there is such a category, might want to
- read this book to decide once and for all whether Truman Capote
- liked Bob better than Andy. Others should be warned: the only
- thing worse than reading about the Velvet Underground's
- evenings at clubs is to have been there. Drugs and drink were
- in large supply; wit and conversation were not.
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- Holy Terror is something of a get-even book. Colacello
- spends an obligatory few words professing initial affection for
- his benefactor, but he is soon disillusioned by Warhol's "bad
- skin, bad teeth, bad hair" and all the work Colacello has to
- do, ghostwriting Warhol's books, selling ads, even doing
- Warhol's social climbing for him when he is too tired to go out
- at night. Editing is too kind a word for Colacello's job at
- Interview, which included cozying up to advertisers and selling
- expensive Warhol celebrity portraits, for which Colacello would
- earn a fee (about $100,000 a year). The advertising agency for
- Lillet demanded and got mentions in articles (subjects sipping
- the aperitif as they answered questions) and an endorsement
- from Warhol himself, according to Colacello.
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- Celebrity is not new. Leo Braudy in The Frenzy of Renown
- traced its origins to Alexander the Great and other leaders who
- used fame to consolidate their power. But as a lucrative career
- in itself, celebrity is a recent creation. A herd of columnists
- like Colacello moos after the newly famous, chronicling
- tectonic shifts in the species and its habitats imperceptible
- to anyone but the most tireless observers. The columnists then
- become famous for their mooing.
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- It is not easy work. Hours must be spent reading the
- gossips, days whiled away worrying about seating plans. The
- phone is a tactical weapon. A night at home alone induces
- existential dread, and success for someone like Colacello is
- measured not simply in invitations secured but also in
- invitations to events from which Warhol is excluded. Friendship
- seems to be beside the point; in a moment of accidental
- insight, Colacello remarks of the clot of people around Warhol
- that they wanted to go out with Andy, not home with him.
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- Colacello can be funny when he notes that the drawback to
- linking up with high-visibility people like Imelda Marcos is
- "their tendency to attract assassins." But mostly, he is petty
- and meanspirited. He fittingly closes with a bit of celebrity
- mugging that serves as a pathetic epitaph for his putative
- patron. In a group invited to Warhol's house after his death,
- Colacello takes the opportunity to steal into Warhol's private
- bathroom so that he can catalog the anti-aging cosmetics and
- acne ointments for inclusion on the last page of this book.
- These two creatures of hype and commerce masquerading as art
- may have deserved each other. But this book does not deserve
- even a Warholian 15 minutes.
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