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Louÿs and made friends with Maurice Girodias, founder of<br />
the Olympia Press and specialist in the most adventurous<br />
literary and trashy erotica. (Girodias was the son of Jack Kahane,<br />
original publisher of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller.) Legman<br />
hung out with many other artists and intellectuals, European<br />
and expatriate Americans, making particular friends with<br />
Richard Wright.<br />
It was all more or less one work, a series of examinations of<br />
sexual folklore, based on his enormous collections of erotica,<br />
oral traditions, and popular culture. When he left New York in<br />
1953, he somehow stored and later transported an astonishing<br />
volume of self-generated paper, and this archive would<br />
continue to grow as people around the world sent manuscripts<br />
and queries.<br />
But, eventually, the lure of Paris faded. Using a train ticket<br />
given in lieu of a paycheck, he and Beverley traveled south<br />
to Cagnes-sur-Mer and found they liked the Riviera. For several<br />
years they lived in the little towns of the Nice-Cannes<br />
back country, always shifting when the landlady needed her<br />
rooms for summer tourists. Finally, in 1960, they were able<br />
to use Beverley’s small inheritance—she was the daughter<br />
of a wealthy Canadian family—to buy the remnants of a farm,<br />
a few acres of olive trees and an old goat barn. La Clé des<br />
Champs stands on the road between the sixteenth-century<br />
walled town of Valbonne and Opio, a tiny village perched<br />
above the highway to Grasse.<br />
The place was remote and rustic; no running water, electricity,<br />
or indoor plumbing at first, not for years. They had no<br />
car and seemed to live on literally nothing except barter and<br />
the occasional stingy royalty check. When Beverley was diagnosed<br />
with lung cancer, Legman sold parts of his rare-book<br />
collection to pay for radiation treatments. After she died in<br />
1965, he married a young Californian, Judith Evans, a librarian<br />
who would share his work for three decades, and with<br />
whom he would have three children. The goat barn expanded<br />
to accommodate them, spreading slowly into two structures,<br />
a studio and a modest but elegant house designed by Legman<br />
and built of native stone by local craftsmen.<br />
This house in the woods offered Gershon a near-perfect life of<br />
quiet and isolation, a marked contrast to his years of scuffling<br />
in war-time Manhattan. He customarily rose at 4:30 a m and<br />
worked with ferocious and disciplined energy until 1:00 p m, a<br />
full eight-hour day. “Always give the hind part of the day to the<br />
boss, and keep the best for yourself,” was his maxim or, less<br />
Legman’s collections of unprintable<br />
songs would form the core of two<br />
still-unpublished volumes,<br />
The Ballad.<br />
politely, “Sweets to the sweet, and piss on the boss’s shit.”<br />
After lunch, Judith recalls, Legman would declaim to her what<br />
he’d written, answer correspondence, read, or work on pet<br />
projects. Nothing except illness or the occasional journey interrupted<br />
his schedule. Even honored visitors had to wait until<br />
after noon. He never took a vacation or a weekend off, laboring<br />
for nearly 30 years, almost 11,000 eight-hour days.<br />
By a circuitous route his crates followed him to Valbonne.<br />
Eventually he brought over, in addition to his extensive library,<br />
a collection of thousands of American dirty jokes gathered<br />
between roughly 1927 and 1950. He stored up bawdy drinking<br />
songs, parodies, and ballads expurgated from scores of<br />
more polite collections. From his research on censorship<br />
and sexual attitudes—outlined in Love & Death: A Study in<br />
Censorship, the book that got him in trouble with the United<br />
States Post Office in 1950—he kept file folders of magazine<br />
illustrations, book covers, and greeting cards. An unending<br />
drift of materials we now call popular culture—advertising,<br />
comic books, pinups, graffiti, pornography, and amateur or<br />
homemade erotic art—he studied as expressions of overt or<br />
covert sexual attitudes. Framed portraits of his mother and<br />
Sigmund Freud guarded his desk.<br />
He had boxes of notes on children’s folklore, games, songs,<br />
and rhymes. Naughty postcards—French, American, and<br />
English—augmented albums of his private erotica. He collected<br />
thousands of obscene limericks. Bales of correspondence<br />
from his earliest years as a writer tell the story of his<br />
life until leaving the United States, and to these he added<br />
over the years literally tens of thousands of letters to and<br />
from hundreds of international correspondents. Most of this<br />
material is still archived at La Clé des Champs. Even today,<br />
Judith Legman says she is unpacking boxes that were never<br />
opened after his 1960 move.<br />
With the exception of a volume of 1,700 limericks published<br />
in Paris in 1953, all of Legman’s big books were written or edited<br />
at Valbonne. His joke collection was worked into the classic<br />
Rationale of the Dirty Joke: Series I and Rationale of the<br />
Dirty Joke: Series II, No Laughing Matter. His<br />
detective works on the history of nineteenthcentury<br />
pornography and his brief for the uncensored<br />
study of folklore appear in The Horn<br />
Book. There is a second volume of limericks<br />
called, naturally, The New Limerick.<br />
He would bring to press Ozark folklorist Vance Randolph’s<br />
volume of bawdy folk songs, Roll Me in Your Arms, and Blow<br />
the Candle Out, a collection of formerly unprintable Ozark<br />
speech, riddles, folk beliefs, and games. He would annotate<br />
Randolph’s celebrated joke collection, Pissing in the Snow.<br />
There would be many other books, important introductions<br />
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