Kevin Scott Hall Brings Back the West Village's Golden Days with Poetry at the Bar

The only thing missing from Kevin Hall's reviving the Village's bohemian days at the Duplex on Christopher Street were the bongo drums, babies! Maybe next time.

Seated at the bar in the packed room (thankfully an early arriver), I coincidentally sat next to a man who was a long-time Leave It to Beaverhausen lover! Wonderful to meet an actual fan at a club! Michael Dionne worked the upstairs Duplex bar diligently and gracefully. He and Kevin had worked together as bartenders at the old Rose's Turn which added a nice touch of comaraderie to the event. Happy Hour, a modern invention since the Village's beatnik days, added a pleasant remodeled feel to the event which was not presented in the cabaret room but at the bar room as in the iconoclastic days of yore. We were fellow rebels.

Kevin's Annual Pride Writers show brought together six talented scribes: her nibs, the clever lesbian comic writer Sissy Van Dyke (who said hers is "not just a name, it's a lifestyle"), poets Ricardo Hernandez who added 2015 flair by reading poems off his cell phone; Lee Leong Koh -- a Korean-born poet now a NYC boy; the very entertaining Kate Walter, reading from her memoir, all took turns at the mike.

Biographer James Gavin -- of Peggy Lee: Is That All There Is, which I reviewed last November -- was there and I got to meet him at last. I was very flattered to hear he'd read it when I published it and he said it gave him confidence in the book's success critically and commercially.

Kevin opened the show by reading a tragi-comic passage from his own novel, A Quarter Inch from My Heart.

All the writers assembled were amazingly dynamic in their recitals. Nothing wan; all were wonderful dramaturges. I encourage you to seek these artists out on the Internet.

So, thank you Kevin and The Duplex for bringing art and culture back to a Village bistro. Sipping wine and hearing writers and poets at the second-floor bar was a wonderful throwback experience, but one I hope will carry on. The show was a benefit for New Alternatives Advocates for LGBT Youth.

The Duplex is on the corner of 7th Avenue and Christopher Street, just two doors away from the historic Stonewall bar. What a fabulous experience for Gay Pride week in NYC! And what a retro-progressive new tradition in restoring literature as a lively art in this great city of ours!

Michael Dionne and Kevin Hall

Beaverhausen Book Nook: Is That All There Is? The Strange Life of Peggy Lee

Author James Gavin's new biography, Is That All There Is? The Strange Life of Peggy Lee, is a stunning tell-all that goes on sale Tuesday, November 11. Well-researched, making use of a multitude of interviews, this bio really gripped me from start to finish. The first two chapters, devoted to Ms Lee's early life before joining Benny Goodman's band as vocalist, give us essential information about the singer's formative years, gratefully without belaboring that period.

With a cool-as-a cucumber on-stage presence, it never occurred to me that this diva had so many personal demons and such a tumultuous psyche. Gavin details her traumatic childhood and how one Norma Egstrom of North Dakota transformed herself into Peggy Lee and became an international star.

But, yikes, what a scary and volatile star she could be! Despite the sexy purr of her voice, there was one sick pussycat behind what the book's press release describes as "her sphinx-like presence [that] made her seem as mysterious as the Mona Lisa." Better she should be a mystery because those who worked with her got to see the real Miss Peggy Lee. "Peggy seemed to run on anger," composer Mike Stoller (of Leiber & Stoller, who co-wrote the song "Is That All There Is?") is quoted as saying. And, in 1986, the wheelchair-bound diva took Disney Pictures to court over unpaid royalties to which she felt entitled from the video release of Lady & the Tramp.

Her stage, screen, television and recording triumphs (and flops, like her Broadway show that folded after three performances) are all discussed and detailed. But it's largely her personal life that captivates. Every prurient moment of her failed marriages, affairs, bad relationship with daughter, erratic behavior, feuds with other celebs like Liz Taylor, ballooning weight (like Liz Taylor), litany of health troubles (like Liz Taylor) and addiction to pills (Quaaludes and Black Beauties, for instance, the kind of meds doctors no longer prescribe so much these days) and alcohol (like Liz Taylor) is scrutinized. Talk about a mess in a dress! Peggy was enough to give anybody fever ~~ and not in a good way.

This true life story was more trashy fun than reading Valley of the Dolls! Ms Lee's dirty linen is spread before us by the author through such eloquent prose, it's impossible not to take it all very seriously despite its salacious juiciness. The book is also full of handsome black-and-white photos throughout.

Peggy Lee's private hell would be Oscar-material heaven for some daring young actress. Reese Witherspoon and Todd Haynes (Far from Heaven, HBO's Mildred Pierce) are currently attached to a Peggy Lee biopic from a script by the late Nora Efron. Too bad they didn't option this well-investigated and sensational book instead. When it comes to telling the story of Peggy Lee, it can't be topped.

Thanks to friend Kevin Scott Hall for bringing this biography to my attention. Kevin has an interview with James Gavin coinciding with the release of Is That All There Is? at fine bookstores throughout the USA tomorrow. Look for the interview on-line at Edge New York.