In Part One [Privacy: Rights and Wrongs (part i.)]: The pulse-pounding tale of the public humiliation of one whose privacy has been stripped was salaciously exposed. A famous writer in a crystal tower gave some sage advice, and the senses-shattering secret inner world of writers’ and porn performers’ pseudonyms was laid bare. A Cautionary Tale was told. The importance of reputati0n and privacy was discussed, along with piquant anecdotes about the pseudonyms of porn actors, actresses and writers. And now …
Identity is something that we take for granted — as a given; we’ve always had it, never remember NOT having it (unless, as in my case, one learns that my FIRST identity is on a Carnation Milk ad card, listed as “Baby Boy Williams”), and, as numbers and permanent records attach to it, it becomes, at last, the name chiseled in hard granite for a gravestone.
When our identities are “stolen” we get a sense of how important and interlinked our “identity” might be, but we generally don’t pay it no never mind, as they say.
When actors move to Hollywood, and writers move into publishing, a sudden new thing appears: the alter ego. Archibald Leach is little known by his given name, but as “Cary Grant” you’ve probably heard of him. I doubt that you’ve ever heard of Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin, later Baroness Dudevant, but you probably know her as “George Sand.” Continue reading