Statement from Sharon Kozinsky
My name is Sharon Kozinsky of Sharon Kozinsky Associates (the SKA agency) and I have been a friend of the renowned literary agent Anthony Eastwood for some thirty or so years. After the death of Pattie Regan, and the winding up of Pattie Regan Associates, Anthony worked out the last year and a bit of his career with the Notso Agency. This was not a marriage made in heaven and, although he couldn’t make his observations public at the time, it was Anthony’s wish that the events that transpired during his tenure there be recorded somehow. Since his nefarious and unfortunate appearance this past summer in the mainstream media Anthony and Notso understandably parted company. Knowing that I have a certain amount of internet savvy, and can post his writings as a blog or Substack, Anthony passed his latest diaries since his initiation at Notso onto me. This was before he caught the attention of Interpol and the FBI who, I understand, still wish to know of his whereabouts. I have told them - as I am telling anyone who reads these posts - I haven't a clue so please stop harassing me. The fact that this seems to somehow tie into Pattie's death is now no surprise to me, or Anthony. These agencies seem to think Anthony knows the truth. I couldn't possibly say.
Anthony mined genius with Pattie Regan and experienced despair with Notso. At times my sofa was awash with the tears of his disbelief when he visited for a late night Chardonnay or four. He wailed that he had represented Nobel Laureates (two!) and now was reduced to this farmyard, as he called it. He deeply regretted not joining my company although I understand why. So I encouraged him to make a record but he said he'd already started as his muse had hinted he was in for trouble as soon as he accepted Notso's offer. Anthony was aware of my inclination towards all things metaphysical so he knew I'd be comfortable when he talked about premonitions. If anything happened to him, he said, he wanted me to publish. I was astonished that he saw future misfortune falling upon him but he said that after Pattie's death anything seemed possible. He didn't elaborate and I didn't understand until much later, Anthony kept some things to himself.
Consequently I am now honouring a man with over forty years of service to the world of theatre, TV and film (and sometimes literature) by making available his diaries about the more unsavoury antics of some of our peers. Anthony was privy to all sorts of secrets of the most famous literary, acting and directing talent out there. Never one to gossip those secrets will go to the grave with him. They are but trivial, if salacious and sometimes embarrassing. He would never have dreamt of writing memoirs about his 'stable'. He kept a diary and I have read it but he would not have wanted it published. His time at Notso, though, was the straw that broke that particular dromedary's hump and he had no qualms about libelling such an agency.
As a publisher however I do, so some expeditious editing was necessary. After which, if the controversial writings still lead to reciprocal actions so be it. Some of these over-pampered ego-maniacs need to be exposed. To misquote the Duke of Wellington I will publish and they will be damned. However I am doing so sometimes a year or more in arrears. Obviously these writings are not contemporaneous but I am posting them as if they were, thereby keeping to the spirit of a Substack. I make this statement so that those of you who notice, for example, the sensational events that happened to Martin Spangler, or the sad circumstances of Petra Popovitch, weren’t in fact recent occurrences, will understand that there is a discrepancy with the timeline. This may also spare some blushes in certain quarters. Accordingly, this post – and my and others’ comments – are the only contemporaneous writings on this platform.
Sharon Kozinsky, October 2022.