Oh what fun we’ve had at playing guessing games about why on Thursday Rupert Murdoch filed to divorce Wendi Deng, his wife since 1999.
In the papers submitted to New York’s supreme court, the 82 year-old chairman of the multi-national media organisation, News Corporation, said his marriage to his 44-year-old third wife had “broken down irretrievably”. That of course doesn’t satisfy any curiosity at what went wrong in their personal relationship.
The 39-year-old age gap first comes to mind. But there are other possibilities.
Tony Blair’s name was immediately flung into the bag of third party interference. But rumours that UK’s former prime minister and the godfather of the couple’s young daughters is in love with his friend, Deng, were quickly denied. Read More…
On July 15 we’ll be able to download on our kindles A Girl Walks into a Bar. I hated Fifty Shades. But I am intrigued about this interactive erotic novel: you decide with whom and what this girl does. So if, like me, you hated the red room of pain where a young girl is abused and in this new novel you find yourself in a similar situation, you can leave immediately and find a different – a vanilla? – scenario to go to. The ‘choose-your-own-adventure erotic’ novel was written by three talented local gals: Sarah Lotz, Helen Moffett and Paige Nick. There has been HUGE international interest in the book: nineteen countries have bought the rights to publish it.
Jonathan Ball Publishers will release the paperback in November.
When auctioneer Stephan Welz called out R1 million for Robert Hodgins’ Three figures and a crowd a woman collapsed.
The immediate unspoken fear was that she had died. It may be the surprise of a Hodgins painting fetching one million rand that overwhelmed her. Or it could have been that the Wits Art Museum’s basement was too warm and too crowded for the frail woman. Or she may have been playing a role in a perfectly staged piece of theatre intended to deepen the drama of the evening.
Whatever the reason for the woman’s collapse, bidding was interrupted and Marie Claire’s elegant and usually composed editor, Aspasia Karras, cried. The crowd fell silent and most people quietly moved away to allow doctors space to help the woman.
I unashamedly rushed towards her to take notes of a perfect death: here she was surrounded by beautiful people and by some of the best local art – a William Kentridge, the artist himself, a Santu Mofakeng photo. There can surely be no better way to kick the can.
But, too dignified for so public a death, the woman (I was told she’s a museum donor and didn’t want to be named) regained consciousness and fled the scene. The auction resumed and, seconds after the little drama, the large oil painting sold for R1.3 million.
It was Thursday night in Braamfontein, and a around 100 members of Johannesburg’s art-buying and financial elite were gathered at WAM to celebrate its first birthday and to spend money that would make its way into the museum’s fund. Read More…