January 17, 2011 Children’s: Young Adult Writer/comedian and I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR BAND: WHAT I LEARNED FROM INDIE ROCKERS, TRUST FUNDERS, PORNOGRAPHERS, FELONS, FAUX-SENSITIVE HIPSTERS, AND OTHER GUYS I’VE DATED author Julie Klausner’s debut young adult novel, MUSES, the story of a fifteen-year old visual artist, set at a[n]… arts camp for girls, which despite its pristine, competitive exterior, is host to lewd summers filled with back-stabbing, back-rubbing, and heady nymphet/instructor affairs, to Cindy Eagan at Poppy, by Scott Mendel at Mendel Media Group (North American English language rights).
I’m so excited about this.
I want this project to not JUST be “Gossip Girl at a Jappy Summer Camp,” but also a sort of Sunday in the Park with George for teenage girls, in that I want to address how tough it is to reconcile your desire to create great work with the labors of the creative process, especially when your hormones are going bananas. The art of making art, bitches! Plus, you know, illicit dabblings with counselors, and backstabbing ballerinas, and bisexually experimental actresses—-all with the smell of Turpenoid and bug spray and Chanel No. 5 hanging in the air like a turgid clothesline.
From the proposal description:
This isn’t your Meatballs brand of summer camp. The young women here have big aspirations: Broadway. SoHo Galleries. Julliard. Mark Morris. Lincoln Center. They’ve got more to do with their precious time than worry about hanging your panties on the flagpole. And their idea of “roughing it” is setting the A/C in their cabins to “low.”
“Mr. Vaughn and Mr. James play bulky best buds romantically paired (because they’re Not Gay) with pretty, fine-boned women. Mr. James is Nick, married to Geneva (Winona Ryder), and Mr. Vaughn is Ronny, gathering the nerve and the money to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Beth (Jennifer Connelly). To ask if Mr. Vaughn and Ms. Connelly have any chemistry is to invoke the wrong science; extreme disparities of size and shape suggest, instead, a fascinating problem of zoology, as if a whippet had decided to cohabit with a yak.”—