A few months after renewing my hand-held crush on Julie Newmar, I published my View-Master fantasy in print and online. A few months later, I opened my email account on a rainy morning and discovered a letter with no subject line from an unfamiliar sender. Spam, I thought, but I read it anyway.
Dear Matt Love:
Thank you for the lovely things you said about me. I am producing a book titled “First Fantasy.” I would like you to contribute, if the mood inspires you. Although I am discouraging people from writing about me, in your case, you could write about anyone you like. As a matter of fact, there should be one or two stories about me in the book, so you do have that license. I love writers and enjoy your column so much.
You haven’t lived until you’ve received an email from Julie Newmar. I wrote back in seconds. She responded.
Yes it was the View-Master piece. It is so vivid. The stories that will be in the book are mostly one page, though there are no limits.
I wrote back in seconds. She responded.
I found the View-Master piece because of Google Alerts. I look forward to the new piece you have written. I’ve always wanted to visit Portland, originally for the roses. I have a book on roses that I’m working on and a rose named after me. When will you be in Los Angeles? My number is 310-***-***. I’m here most of the summer.
I had Julie Newmar’s phone number! I submitted the essay but never heard of its editorial fate. A recent check of Newmar’s web site, where she writes wonderfully on a whole range of subjects, including #Metoo, revealed the project was apparently shelved. What a blow!
I should have flown to Los Angeles and seen her. I would have brought my View-Master and reels with me. I would have watched them with Julie watching me watch her as Catwoman.