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Larry Flynt at Home Author(s): Dennis Hopper, Terry Southern and Jean Stein Reviewed work(s): Source: Grand Street, No. 36 (1990), pp. 176-187 Published by: Jean Stein Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25007418 . Accessed: 06/01/2013 13:59
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Larry

Flynt

at Home
From interviews by Jean Stein

Good morning, I am your worst nightmare come true: a fabulously wealthy pornographer with the courage and willingness to spend his last dime to expose how you are perverting the Constitution of this great land. Now let's get down to business. "Larry Flynt for President" campaign ad, Nov. 1983

Dennis Hopper
I decided Iwas goingto blow myself up at the Big H Speedway something I saw at the rodeo when I was a kid. They called it "the human stick of dynamite." Iwas convinced that somebody was trying to make a hit on me, and it would be easier to kill me if Iwas doing this. If I lived through it, then Iwas destined to live for a while. The stunt man who helped me put the thing together said, "You'll be disoriented for afew weeks." Little did he fucking know. A week later Iwas inMexico and I really flipped out. Iwas on location for a film. They'd asked me to play the head of the DEA [Drug Enforcement Agency]. I thought it was just a plot and they were going to get me. Next thing I
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everybodyunderstoodeverything Iwas thinking.
I ended up in Studio 12, where they took me to recover from the alcohol and drugs and so on. I got an offer from Larry Flynt to do the first celebrity shoot forHustler. Iwas so out of it, I thought itwas some sort of code. It sounded really interesting to me. So Flynt moved me into his house and I became like his top advisor. And here Iwas, just out of a fucking mentalinstitution. I'd agree with anything he said. "Oh yeah, run for President, sure, why not? Wish I'd thought of it, Larry." In the beginning I thought he was kidding about running for President. Then he suddenly wasn't kidding. All these '60s radicals started showing up: Stokely Carmichael and, what's his name, Rap Brown would come in.And Russell Means would be downstairs. He was Larry's VicePresidential candidate. And Terry and Leary and myself, just the most radical people.

Terry Southern
Den Hopper called me from Larry Flynt's: "I've sent you a first class round-trip ticket and I want you to come out. I have a proposition for you. Take my word, it's a good thing. I'll meet the plane." And so Iwent out without knowing anything except that Den had recommended it. Den did meet me at theairport and he said, "Man, you're going to dig this scene. This is fantastic!" When we arrive, the iron gate swings open and they wave Den in.Here I am in this gigantic place, three blocks up from the Bel Air Hotel. I'm trying to think whose house it used tobe Janet Leigh and Tony Curtis, or Sonny and Cher, or somebody. Many generations of mismatched celebrities. There were tennis courts and...