EDITOR’S NOTE: Keep in mind there exist a 276 page autobiography that Christine Rosamond wrote, that has been closeted – disappeared. Any movie based upon Christine’s words would belong to my two nieces, and the outsiders would not get any money. Outsiders did not want my nieces, or myself, to author a biography for the same reason. They were not in Christine’s Will. Consider what Walter Keane did to Margaret Keane in the movie ‘Big Eyes’. This is IDENTITY THEFT!
Julie Lynch is the third ghost writer, my late sister’s, Evil Double, hired. Stacey Pierrot is “desperate” to make the Rosamond Movie come true. It is “the dream” she spoke of outside the Rosamond gallery, while down on one knee, grasping my mother’s hand;
“Don’t let the dream die!”
Rosemary’s Daughter is being whisked away to the oven to be turned into ashes, while her fans were being fed flaccid broccoli someone got a deal on. As the eyes of the famous Rosamond POPPED in the furnace. Pierrot rises from her knee, and goes looking for someone else to lay her Evil Vision on. Michael Harkins heard Peirrot utter her famous line to others who filled the Rosamond gallery in Carmel, that should have been sealed. Pierrot, and her three holy art ghosts, really do a job on my dead mother – after she blesses ‘The Dream’.
What Lynch, Faulkner & Snyder did not know, and thus did not include in their lying biographies, is that Rosemary Rosanond Presco made porno movies for the only verified Mafia boss on the west coast, Big Bone’s Remmer. She also did some high-class hooking at the Beverley Hills Hotel, after she fled Oakland to escape being prosecuted, going to jail, and her four children taken from her and put in a orphanage.
Like her mother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, Rosemary was the Godmother of the Rosamond/Wieneke children. I suspect Mary resorted to prostitution at times to keep her six hungry children fed. Consider Mary’s name? I am now going to DEFEND my mother, and all the Rosamond Women. Anyone got a problem with that?
Let us begin with this statement by Lynch;
“In a moment of vulnerability, Christine reconnected with Rosemary and allowed her mother to introduce her to actor Rick Partlow.”
After vilifying my mother and I, Lynch has to go by what Snyder wrote before her. There is a concordiance of lies here. The truth is, Rosemary liked to drink at the Balboa Loundge, and meet men to have casual sex with. Rosemary was a real sexpot. Rick was her bartender. Rosemary hooked Rick up with Rosamond. Rick hired Rosemary to be ‘The Secretary’. My mother once held the world speed-typing record. She worked for the artist she allegedly whipped with a coat hanger after catching her drawing in a closet with a flashlight. Rosemary $10,000 dollars in back wages. Rosemary told me the Partlows did up $250,000 dollare of cocaine that year. When I asked Christine, who once gave me full credit for her successs, for a $50 dollar loan for food, she said this;
“You’ll never see a dime from my art!”
Lynch contradicts Pierrot’s attempt to use her ghost writer’s art, and put Rosamond’s name to it.
“In an attempt to elevate her work from mass merchandise to fine art, Christine started making lithographs for Jack Solomon and found herself falling for a fine art printer who was married.”
Pierrot is saying she will put Rosamond’s Rosamond Women on throw pillows. Christine sued her promoter Ira Cohen to stop him from doing just that. Lynch gives Ira the name “Ira Kaplan”. The only oppressed, and sexually abused artist – is me! I am having a major Identity Crisis, because Christine acquired one shortly after Priscilla Presley bought one of her first works at a art show in Westwood.
Below is a photo of my ex-lover, Karen Holly, who met Rosemary. The fell in love and would have been best friends if she did not have to go to detox, because, I believe she was pregnant with my son. She gave birth to a boy, that she named Billy. My mother came close to beholding a grandchild that I sired. Rosemary and Karen were very smart. But, in their hearts, they were Scowtown Women.
Note there are nine men lusting after my mother. Men can spot a Scowtown Woman, a mile off! These men are some of the brightest minds in the world. They helped put men in space. They designed and built space hydraulics. My ex-wife got Thomas Pynchon a job working for Lockheed. Is Tom more likely to read Lynch’s lies, or, my truths?
“Trying to support four children with only a high school education and little help from her alcoholic husband, Rosemary was often enraged.”
Mary Ann Tharaldsen still is a Scowtown Women, who are not to be confused with Sexy Skidrow Winos, like the fictional drunken masturbator born of Lynch’s Sexpot mind! Mary Ann and I should have built a Shanty Boat and lived in Jack London Square where I would write London knockoffs to pay the bills. I could have written a series, and painted a whole bunch of Scowtown Women – with normal eyes – and a BIG APPITITE for sex!
If Karen is still alive, I want her to play Grandma Rosemary in my movie – withholding her blessing employing real brutal Tugboat Anny words. Karen and her father are artists.
“It ain’t over till the fat lady sings!”
If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.
In addition to oppressing Christine artistically, Rosemary also dominated Christine with physical violence. Trying to support four children with only a high school education and little help from her alcoholic husband, Rosemary was often enraged. She took this rage out on Christine and Christine’s earliest known works reflect it. In Teenage Drawing II, her subject is reticent and withdrawn. In Teenage Drawing III, the woman looks shocked and angry.
In an attempt to elevate her work from mass merchandise to fine art, Christine started making lithographs for Jack Solomon and found herself falling for a fine art printer who was married. Older and more mature, the printer knew how to make Christine feel safe and appreciated. We can see that as Christine softened during this time, her subjects softened as well (Autumn) We can also see Christine becoming more technically proficient as she captured her subjects with greater detail (Victoria ) and emotional depth (Contemplation). Perhaps the longer that Christine was away from Rosemary’s tyranny, the better able she was to connect to her own self and, as she healed, her subjects became more complete.
In a moment of vulnerability, Christine reconnected with Rosemary and allowed her mother to introduce her to actor Rick Partlow. Rick was attentive and charming and soon Christine was swept off her feet. Galletea and The Ascent reflect this dreamy, romantic energy. Not long after their wedding, Rick tired of Christine’s rigid schedule and persuaded her to leave Ira Kaplan and let him manage her career. After four years of strict deadlines, Christine was so exhausted, she agreed. However, without a rudder to keep her steady, she soon found herself in the undertow of Rick’s never ending parties, drinking and cocaine use.
After giving Rick more than a year to build the business, Christine saw that he still had no viable way to distribute her work. She also saw that he was draining her bank accounts and, if she didn’t leave him, she and Shannon would soon be bankrupt. As her frustration with the relationship climaxed, Christine created Crescendo: a woman who’s been so twisted and manipulated she’s ready to break.
In early 1994, Christine brought these jubilant images to the Art Expo in New York and was embraced by the public once again. She reconnected with Jack Solomon and made a deal to release the images as lithographs. Sadly, these lithographs would never be made in Christine’s lifetime.
THE END: Big Sur, California
Just weeks after the Expo, Christine was tide pooling in a cove in Big Sur with Vicki and Drew when a rogue wave filled the cove.
|A group of disparate female college buddies examine their lifestyles when a former male colleague (Garret Dillahunt) is revealed to have AIDS.
Abuse film is an awakening for writer and her audience
By ERNEST HOOPER
Published April 7, 2006
Julie Lynch’s satin aqua blue blouse is stained beyond repair, but in many ways it is more beautiful now than the night she wore it to a screening of her movie Getting Off .
Several years ago, Lynch screened her award-winning movie about a sexual assault survivor to an audience in Austin, Texas. Afterward, 60 women lined up to cry on her shoulder.
“My whole left shoulder was soaking wet,” Lynch said. “I’ll never be able to wear it again, but I’ll never throw it out because it’s such a great symbol.”
Lynch says audiences across the nation have had similar reactions to Getting Off , airing on Showtime.
Lynch, who lives in New York City, kicks off a national tour with a screening of Getting Off at 7 p.m. today at Old Hyde Park Village’s Sunrise Cinemas. The cost is $10, and proceeds will benefit the Crisis Center of Tampa Bay’s Abuse Prevention, Psychotherapy and Life Education (APPLE) services.
The scheduled speaker for Thursday night’s Take Back the Night vigil in Temple Terrace, Lynch is hopeful her Sacred Body Tour will reach survivors and prevent further assaults, particularly among high school and college kids.
Lynch, 42, wrote, produced and directed what critics call a searing portrait of a survivor who finds self-compassion by coming to terms with her history of abuse. The movie is largely autobiographical, but remarkably, if Lynch had come to terms with her personal history, she may have never made the film.
When she began writing the script, her main character was engaging in meaningless sex and drinking heavily to suppress the memory of a gang rape during college. Lynch believed the gang rape served as a metaphor for her own childhood trauma, not something she had experienced while enrolled at Villanova University in Philadelphia.
However, in the final stages of production, Lynch met a music supervisor who knew some fraternity guys from her days at Villanova. Hearing the names of those guys triggered a memory, and suddenly she realized she was the one who had been gang raped. For years, she had suppressed the traumatic event.
“I had no idea in making the movie that I was laying myself out so wide open, that the movie was so truly confessional,” Lynch said. “I believe God kept the knowledge of it being autobiographical until I had finished the movie. I may not have had the strength or courage to finish the movie if I had realized it was about me.”
Jill VanderKam, a local advocate for sexual assault survivors, is glad Lynch found the courage. VanderKam, who herself was raped in October 2003, first viewed the film during a program for rape survivors in Orlando.
“Watching Julie’s movie was tough,” VanderKam said. “A lot of the survivors couldn’t sit through it. But I think Julie’s mission is so important. If this movie can help one person be spared from this experience, then it’s worth it.”
Following the screening, Julie will lead a discussion focusing on the long-term affects of sexual abuse and the ways in which “survivors can reclaim their mind, body and spirit.”
For more information, go to www.julielynchlive.com
Kelly Addington is intimately familiar with perils of sexual assault. As a survivor, Addington and lifelong friend Rebecca Tieder travel to universities nationwide in an effort to reduce sexual violence on campuses through empowerment and knowledge.
The Tampa pair’s upbeat approach is called “Let’s Talk About IT,” and in September, Duke University’s women’s center booked them to make a presentation at the end of March.
Of course, they had no idea they would find Duke in the middle of an alleged sexual assault scandal making headlines nationwide. Addington and Tieder spoke to Duke counselors and students last week while the campus was embroiled over accusations that three players on the lacrosse team raped a stripper at an off-campus party.
“It was a media frenzy,” Addington said. “It was sort of surreal. There were cameras and news trucks everywhere. Reporters had tents set up and were camped out.”
Addington said they didn’t get into specifics about the lacrosse incident, but they did stress the importance of communicating, understanding the opposite gender and preventing sexual assault.
Later that week, Addington and Tieder were in Atlanta speaking at the Southeastern Panhellenic Conference when they received a call from a CNN producer who heard about their appearance at Duke. Eventually, Addington ended up appearing on Nancy Grace.
“Kelly epitomizes the good that can come out of a bad situation,” Tieder said. “That’s why we do the work we do. Kelly says, “I’m a victim, but I make a choice to be a survivor.”‘
When I think about these stories of sexual assault, I realize that I have a lot to teach my daughter. And, really, I have even more to teach my sons.
That’s all I’m saying.
Three weeks after my sister, the world famous artist ‘Rosamond’ drowned, the adult heir is arrested for trespassing and removed from her mother’s home in Pebble Beach. After Shannon Rosamond demanded her mother’s cremated remains, Garth Benton, set his ex-wife’s ashes out on the stoop, and slammed the door. There was a restraining order forbidding Garth to get near Christine who accused him of stalking and harassing her. Above is the affidavit Vicki signed.
On January 27, 2014, a deputy sheriff in Montana, told me my must, Rena Easton filed stalking charges against me. I was told I could be arrested if I make contact with an old girlfriend I had not seen in forty-four years. Rena red my blog where I nominated her as the must of famous sister – too! I was Christine’s teacher, and am her biographer who has put together some incredible history that enhances Rosamond’s fame, and the fame of our muse. Why would the Hier of the Rosamond creativity, and the Family Biographer have the law put in them?
On May 4, 2005 I had some very disturbing news from Mrs. Barbara Layne who resided next door to the home at Rocky Point where Christine Benton was a guest at when she drowned. Barbara talked to Vicki Presco just after our sister was taken away in a ambulance. Ms. Presco told her Christine and her husband, Garth Benton, were invited to stay the weekend at this seaside home, by their friend, Alan Fox, in order to bring about a reconciliation of their marriage. Ms. Presco told Ms. Layne Mr.Fox wanted them to spend the weekend in his home, and perhaps in a romantic setting they could repair the terrible riff in their relationship that had become very volatile, they both filing restraining orders against each other. Ms, Layne was shocked to learn I had not heard of this attempt.
So was I.
Mrs. Layne then told me Alan Fox was in a awful hurry to sell his Rocky Point home, and did so within a month of Christine’s death. The new owners told Ms. Layne they were amazed at what a good deal they had gotten. This is important as my sister refused to tell me who the owner was when I asked a month after our sisters death. She asked me why I wanted to know. I told her I was going out to Rocky Point and wanted to talk to them while I was there. Vicki said it did not matter, as they were only there temporarily and had moved out. This is when I had a falling out with my surviving sister.. Mrs. Jacci Belford, Ms. Pierrot, also stopped talking to me.
After this conversation with Vicki, Ms. Layne left the part of the home where Vicki, he son, Shamus Dundon, and Drew were staying, and encountered Garth Benton who had just drove up and got out of the car. Mrs. Layne asked him is he was the “reconciling husband” and Garth said he was.
I asked Mrs. Layne if anyone else got out of the car, or was sitting in the car. Ms. Layne was; “No”. This contradicts the testimony that Mr. Benton gave Tom Snyder in Pierrots commissioned biography where we read how sorry Mr. Benton was when he made this comment to his girlfriend sitting next to him, just after the ambulance carrying Christine passed them going the other way into town; “Were’ free, and Drew is saved”
“It was Christine’s weekend to have Drew, Garth says. “And we drove over on Friday, I think it was. Drew got in the car, I said goodbye, and off they went. Next day, the phone rang sometime before noon. It was Drew. ‘Dad, Dad’ she said, ‘you’ve got to come and get me. Mommy went into the ocean and they’re fishing her out now. And Daddy…she looks very ill and she’s cold’. I told Drew to get Vicki, who was by then nearly hysterical, and we’d be there. “I called a beauty shop where Nina was having her hair done, and said, ‘Christine has drowned. She’s dead’. No one had told me that, I just knew.”
A few minutes later, on the way down toward Rocky Point, I had a reaction in the car with Nina that I feel so terrible about, and I’ll tell you. We were almost there, when an ambulance passed us, going the other way. We both realized it was carrying Christine. My mind flashed back over the last last few months and years, and all the anguish for Nina and Drew and me, even for Christine. I was crying, and I turned to Nina – this is what I am ashamed of – and I said, ‘We’re free. And Drew is saved.”
“In the seasonal moment, an artist known worldwide as Rosamond is considering a guest-house invitation. Patrons had frequently made such offers, and they had always been graciously, yet uniformly refused. But, on a brisk March day in 1994, Christine Rosamond uncharacteristically accepts one such offer. She is feeling more buoyant and happy then she has in years. As chilling winter fogs disperse, it seems a grand time for an outing..”
While at Cornell, Pynchon started his friendships with Richard Fariña and David Shetzline; Pynchon would go on to dedicate Gravity’s Rainbow to Fariña, as well as serve as his best man and as his pallbearer. Together the two briefly led what Pynchon has called a “micro-cult” around Oakley Hall‘s 1958 novel Warlock. Pynchon later reminisced about