Gstaad
I wrote this last week, as we’re going to press early. It seems everyone who is anyone is staying up late on Sunday night in order to watch the Oscars, and cheer for the gay western which has been nominated for eight Academy Awards. I have not seen Brokebutt Mountain, but I hear that the film’s haunting musical score, ‘Homo on the Range’, is wonderful. But these are old, Fifties jokes, and beneath contempt. Mind you, not in Wyoming, where the author of Brokeback Mountain based her story. Wyoming is a wonderful place, where once upon a time my friend Professor Yohannes Goulandris was accosted by some ranchers who wished to know whether he was with them or against them. The good prof. had laughed when someone had seriously suggested we nuke the Soviets because their women shot- putters were really men.
Be that as it may, homosexuality among cowboys in Wyoming has been sanctioned by the American academic community, the religious community, especially the C of E, the corporate world, and, of course, the media, which have regularly provided articles and celebrations of diversity, and now celebrate a gay western.
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