Asking questions like this certainly is one of analysts' "Favourite Games". Doing a quick search with this forum's search engine I found some answers. My favourite answer, of course, is that Leonard dedicated this album to our friend heatherly, as a pars pro toto for this whole site. Less probable is that the Master wanted to dedicate his latest work to the actress "Heather Locklear".
This is from "The Favourite Game", IV, 30". Unfortunately this passage doesn't exactly answer the question.Tchocolatl wrote:For the body of Heather, which slept and slept.
For the body of Bertha, which fell with apples and a flute.
For the body of Lisa, early and late, which smelled of speed and forests.
For the body of Tamara, whose thighs made him a fetishist of thighs.
For the body of Norma, goosefleshed, wet.
For the body of Patricia, which he had still to tame.
For the body of Shell, which was altogether sweet in his memory, which he loved as he walked, the little breasts he wrote about, and her hair which was so black it shone blue.
For all the bodies in and out of bathing suits, clothes, water, going between rooms, lying on grass, taking the print of grass, dancing discipline, leaping over horses, growing in mirrors, felt like treasure, slobbered over, cheated for, all of them, the great ballet line, the cream in them, the sun on them, the oil anointed.
A thousand shadows, a single fire, everything that happened, twisted by telling, served the vision, and when he saw it, he was in the very center of things.
In I, 27 of the same novel I found this:
I'm sure someone else will have posted this reference before me, so I won't go into more details right now. I just recommend to re-read "The Favourite Game". I have this on my agenda for the next few weeks.Is there anything more beautiful than a girl with a lute?
It wasn't a lute. Heather, the Breavmans' maid, attempted the ukulele. She came from Alberta, spoke with a twang, was always singing laments and trying to yodel.
The chords were too hard. Breavman held her hand and agreed that the strings were tearing her fingers to pieces. She knew all the cowboy stars and traded their autographs.
She was a husky good-looking girl of twenty with high-colored cheeks like a porcelain doll. Breavman chose her for his first victim of sleep.
A veritable Canadian peasant.
He tried to make the offer attractive.
'You'll feel wonderful when you wake up."
(So much homework!)
PS: "Dear Heather" is (at least the beginning of) a letter. Perhaps it's one of those
2004-12-17 edit: twice corrected some minor typos in the quotationsYou never liked to get