Widow Basquiat: A Love Story
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The beautifully written, deeply affecting story of Jean-Michel Basquiat's partner, her past, and their life together
New York City in the 1980s was a mesmerizing, wild place. A hotbed for hip hop, underground culture, and unmatched creative energy, it spawned some of the most significant art of the 20th century. It was where Jean-Michel Basquiat became an avant-garde street artist and painter, swiftly achieving worldwide fame. During the years before his death at the age of 27, he shared his life with his lover and muse, Suzanne Mallouk.
A runaway from an unhappy home in Canada, Suzanne first met Jean-Michel in a bar on the Lower East Side in 1980. Thus began a tumultuous and passionate relationship that deeply influenced one of the most exceptional artists of our time.
In emotionally resonant prose, award-winning author Jennifer Clement tells the story of the passion that swept Suzanne and Jean-Michel into a short-lived, unforgettable affair. A poetic interpretation like no other, Widow Basquiat is an expression of the unrelenting power of addiction, obsession and love.
toys around. Jean loved toys. Toy trucks and cars, marionettes from Italy. Strange little handmade toys. There were drawings and papers strewn everywhere in the painting area, which was also the living-room area. There were books all over the floor or leaning on the wall. The kitchen table had bowls of fruit and flowers on it. Jean always bought me flowers—those red flat plastic-looking things with the yellow penis coming out of them. Those were his favorite flowers. There were bottles of
with his bug ski goggles on and leaning against a two-tone brown and tan stretch limousine. He opened the door for me. I said, “Where are we going?” He said, in his best sinister Donald Duck voice, “Wherever you want to go as long as I can buy you a pair of shoes there. That’s where we are going, my little chickadee ha ha ha ha.” We ended up at Fayva. Rammellzee didn’t know this was a tacky shoe store. It was just a shoe store to him. Then he took me to Tony Roma’s Steak House on 6th Avenue for
bends over and sniffs it off of her lap. She thinks about the words she loves: rabbit, rain, Rome, Rammellzee, rocket. She giggles to herself when she thinks that dope makes her mind wind up and around alliterations. Her neck and hands feel warm like fur. A few weeks later she runs into Jean-Michel when she is buying some dope on the Lower East Side. Jean-Michel takes her for a ride in his limousine. They sniff the dope in the car. Jean-Michel says, “Burroughs was a junkie, Parker was a
cover the story at the beginning. The lawyers told me to go to Peter Noel at the Amsterdam News. So I did. He was the only reporter who would talk to me. I also started meeting with members of the National Black United Front. At first they did not accept me until I told them that I was half Palestinian. I also became aware that the lawyers were going to cost a lot of money. As almost every single art gallery in SoHo was showing graffiti art at the time, I went to them and told them about the
could not control myself. It was like I didn’t care how I appeared. I was always very fabulous, though. I had a lot of style and was very dramatic. Soon I stopped doing this. The limousines were so expensive that I didn’t pay my rent. It was around this time that I sold my refrigerator at Sotheby’s for five thousand dollars. I was nuts. I was obsessive. Then I realized I just had to get on with my life. I stopped stalking him and I just tried my very best to ignore the impulses. I stopped going