for hours on end. Do you remember a woman named Cinnamon
Brown? Rumors say you know of her.
NM: Yeah, sure. That look of panic you just saw in my eyes was
me asking myself if there were two Cinnamon Browns.
CB: You cast Norris in this role of Cinnamon Brown, at a small
party in New York, dressed in a blonde wig and brazen makeup,
and introduced her as a girl from the South who���d come north to
enter the skin-flick business.
NM: The real art was that we did it with two extremely sophisticated
people, Harold and Mara Conrad. Mara was one of the smartest,
hippest women I���ve ever known. The idea was precisely to fool
her. As I remember, Harold was in on it, or I don���t think we could
have pulled it off.
CB: I once pulled a fast one like that, taking a woman, Mary
Boyle, to an all-men���s club in Provincetown, the Beachcombers,
for a Saturday night dinner. Women are not allowed; so Mary put
a theatrical corset around her chest, removed her false teeth, and
put her hair under a beret. I introduced Mary at the Beachcombers
as a guy I���d picked up hitchhiking in Bourne. His name, I said,
was Marty Anus, a French name pronounced a-NEW and spelled
Anous, but vulgar Americans always mispronounced it. All these
guys bought it.
NM: No doubt they were drunk ��� the real test at the Beachcombers
is the ability to hold your booze.
CB: I know you could match them.
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