Jerry Stahl, godfather of the gut-socking overshare
If the world ends up on its collective deathbed, every last one of us expiring from the unglamorously named swine flu, we can count on Jerry Stahl, right, to issue withering quips that will at least make us laugh. On the misnamed “Postmodern World” panel, the godfather of the gut-socking overshare taught his younger co-panelists, Todd Hasak-Lowy, Fiona Maazel, left, and Lee Kostantinou, center, a few things about the deadpan one-liner. Not that they weren’t capable players themselves.
A little gallows humor was needed for this dark but easy-flowing discussion. As moderator and “Big Lonesome” author Jim Ruland explained in the first few minutes, the panel wasn’t going to concern itself with endlessly circular arguments about the meaning of "postmodern" (as with "pornography," no one’s really come up with a working definition) but, rather, with the apocalypse in fiction.
This pronouncement made Stahl’s blue eyes glow like burning embers. “I always welcome the apocalypse,” he said, “and feel vaguely disgruntled that it never shows up. For me, it’s all weird foreplay till the end.” Mark Sarvas of The Elegant Variation blog and “Harry, Revised” guffawed from the front row.
If life is all weird foreplay till the end, the preferred titillation is chemical living – the arsenal of double lattes, high-grade marijuana and Oxycontin that deadens our senses, perhaps a kind of personal apocalypse, Ruland posited.
When the subject of drugs was first broached, Stahl drolly remarked, “I don’t know why everyone’s looking at me.”