One advantage about being a nobody is nobody is going to write a book about you or talk about you dishing up the dirt you'd rather not have publicly known:
Carole Mallory, a former model and actress who met Mailer at Elaine’s restaurant in New York in 1983, suspected him of having an affair with a male friend, was worried that he might contract Aids and refused to indulge his fantasy of three-way sex with a gay man.
An archive of Mallory’s personal papers, recently bought by Harvard University, was shown exclusively to The Sunday Times on Friday. It contains a devastating portrait of Mailer’s sexual decline from world-class lothario to malfunctioning lover whose soon-to-be-former mistress wrote in her diary: “I feel so good not having sex with him . . . he does sexually to me what he likes done to him.”
A man Mallory believed was messing around with Norman, Richard Stratton, finds the claim funny.
Frankly, I find it funny anybody would have ever jumped in the sack with Mailer. He should have been returned to sender.
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