![]() ![]() I’d bring friends and alcohol around, and we also met a couple of times at the Chelsea Arts Club, where she’d been given a complimentary membership that she felt bad about seldom using. As a teenage Beat fanatic, I’d been a visitor at Carolyn’s flat in Belsize Park in London, before she moved to the Home Counties. Or rather, I was happy with the article I filed, then Dazed editors added something incorrect into the piece that ran, which was devastating to Carolyn and me. The last time I sat in that same chair Garrett Hedlund had occupied-in her immaculately kept mobile home near Bracknell in Berkshire, close to the hospital where she passed away-was in 2004 on assignment from style mag Dazed & Confused. It wasn’t always what journalists and editors wanted to hear. An arch Anglophile, she moved to the UK in 1983, and as widow of the man who inspired On the Road and Allen Ginsberg’s early poetry-and then, with Neal’s blessing, became Kerouac’s lover-she was a dynamite source for an article.Ĭarolyn used the opportunities she was offered to try to get her realistic, less-mythical side of the story across. The way she explained it, there was always interest, but intense fascination came around every five years or so, as a new film, or book of letters, or whatever, was released-at which point, she became an excellent interviewee. Carolyn, who died last Friday, September 20th at the age of 90, loved throwing rocks at the Beat industry from the sidelines. ![]()
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