As this issue was heading to press, word reached us that Richard Joseph, our Travel Editor, had again won for Esquire the TWA Travel Writing Award. Actually, it would have been bigger news if this last-minute flash had advised us that he hadn’t won it.
WITCHES OF SALEM is a pretty impressive affair. With Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible, as its original, the screenplay by Jean-Paul Sartre, and that fine actor Yves Montand in the lead, it could hardly be anything else. Additional distinction of a kind —impressiveness would not quite be the word—is imparted by the frequent presence of Mylene Demongeot, the latest wayfarer (unless I have missed somebody) upon the path so spectacularly traced out by Brigitte Bardot.
May I offer my congratulations to all the staff of Esquire on behalf of what I hope is many, many of its readers for publication of Philip Roth’s Expect the Vandals. One does often read stories in magazines which are either well-written or entertaining or profoundly meaningful—one rarely, if ever, reads a story which is all three at once.
LONG, only too long, can the human frame bear up under cruel and inhuman punishment; but at last comes the day, as it must, as it is bound to, when endurance ravels out and the human frame gets up on its hind legs. This observation, crackling with originality, arises from the fact that that day, that shining day, has at length come to me.
WE’RE not quite sure what your reaction will be, but when we read Daniel Dixon’s profile of Stan Freberg (page 55) we began to dream of ways of using the man Freberg on Esquire. First we thought of creating a position in the promotion department for him, but the advertising people complained.
IDLING in front of the microphone as if he had just happened by, his chin tucked into his chest, his eyes flatly focused on the bell of his horn, Miles Davis performs with the cool authority of a man who knows what modern jazz is all about. His quiet, casual bearing, like that of John Lewis, suggests a secure confidence in his work, and one must eventually realize, with something of a shock, the tremendous change in the spirit of the music that has occurred over past decades.
WHILE American taxpayers large and small last year hailed the military brilliance of the record-breaking sixty-day undersea stay of the U.S. nuclear submarine Seawolf, few of them heard of one of the Seawolf crew’s practical contributions to U.S. civilian well-being.
<p>BORIS PASTERNAK first achieved fame in literary circles for his poetry. In these representative poems, he reveals an acute awareness of the tragic and lonely dilemmas that face the artist. A symbolic and essentially moral poet, Pasternak views life with a full measure of compassion that is never marred by bitterness or cynicism.</p>
As we said in the lead of Europe ’59, which you’ll find in the pages just preceding, we were tripping over a deadline as we rushed to catch Pan American’s maiden passenger jet flight across the Atlantic. Now we’re back, just in time to be late in telling you all about it.
ONE of the advantages the Russians have in their current cultural competition with us is the fact that they can choose very carefully who will go out of their country. The music world has its share of people whom you would not wish to meet in a dark alley (plus a number with whom you would not wish to share a dim room), and some of our finest artists are men who will not necessarily make a good impression on strangers.
Top brains of America’s intellectual capital give answers to a key question of our time
<p>The challenges facing the United States are ones which apparently cannot be solved by armies alone. In a time when brain power measures the rise and fall of a nation, the lasting strength of a people is its capacity to think, to plan for the future.</p>
Satirist Stan Freberg is making a fortune selling what he couldn't give away
<p>WHEN Stan Freberg was still presiding over a CBS radio show, he concocted a skit which dealt with the adventures of a young werewolf named Lobo. On the surface, anyway, Lobo was a normal, healthy, hard-working member of his breed, but none of his friends or family were aware that he was constantly beset by a “nameless terror”—that every morning when the sun came up he was transformed into an unspeakable monster.</p>
A villian, his henchmen, a beauty, a director, and a writer—all in search of love and a movie
<p>A Heap. An enormous Heap of black woolen cloth. Topped by a straw hat. There was also a terrace, a long terrace, tiled in pink and white, a balustrade on one side, columns on the other; and rose bushes, lilies, and lemon trees. In the middle, behind the balustrade, the Heap, collapsed in a chair, shapeless, motionless, his back bent, his shadow in front of him.</p>
The best way to bust up a triangle is invent a fourth to make the third square
<p>FOR the past six years a ghost has been living at my house. He’s a stranger. . . . He’s a friend of the family. . . . I’ve never met him, but I know him well. I can’t like him, but I don’t hate him; I feel sorry for him, and I envy him. He’s the world’s unluckiest man . . . and the luckiest.</p>
Latest wrinkle in the European drive for the American tourist is the Great European Driveaway, a combination of clever stratagems designed to appeal to the American’s desire to own a sports car, see Europe, corner curves similar to those at left—and save money.
This is the season for boat shows, now a winter and spring phenomenon in even the remotest inland areas, and it is a time for contemplating the sleek and gleaming craft on display, a time for dreaming, and, for many, a time for buying. Not everyone can attain the glamour goal of a Finisterre, Carleton Mitchell’s famous ocean racer shown under a full press of sail, spinnaker billowing, on the frontispiece of this section, but the boat builders of 1959 have turned out an amazing array of craft to make each man’s dream come true.
Sailboat devotees live in a world apart, a world in which wind and wave assume extra importance, in which the emphasis is on an entanglement with nature, either as an antagonist to be conquered or as a benign, relaxing agent to be enjoyed at leisure.
Boats to give top performance with today’s big, powerful outboard motors and to provide low-cost fun to budget-minded families are available in an amazing range of materials, sizes and styles in 1959. With überglas and aluminum gaining in popularity all the time, and presenting the opportunity for many new style and design features, and with the more traditional wooden boatbuilding methods still in great demand, the millions of people who go outboarding each year have their pick of a wide variety of craft.
Three major outboard motor manufacturers and several smaller companies now provide a range of power for any size boat from the smallest rowboat to cabin cruisers up to 30 feet, with models at 2, 3, 3.6, 5, 5.5, 6.2, 7.5, 10, 12, 15, 16, 18, 22, 25, 35, 40, 45, 50, 60 and 70 horsepower.
<p>THERE used to be a special, often-expressed dream of great comfort to Navy men weary of the sea that foretold what they would do when they could finally retire from a life afloat. “I’m going to take me an anchor,” was the way it went, “and I’m going to put it over my shoulder and start walking inland.</p>
. . . and off on a carefree cruise, booked on the Santa Paula— newest of the Grace Line ships . . . wearing the newest of the new: smaller, brief-brimmed pork pie, with sharply tapered crown, in seaweed green, grosgrain-banded . . . perfect traveler: this subtlest of Glen plaids —with just a thread of red . . . gently shaped, it puts a broader shoulder to the helm.
So you’ve finally decided to go ahead and buy that boat? That’s wonderful. I know you’re going to enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed mine. There is really nothing quite like it, you know. You put aboard a few provisions—ice, food, beer, cigarettes—fill the tank with gas, crank the old motor and you’re off.
Never plead nolo contendere when you can blame it on the moon
<p>IN myth and lore the moon has long been considered a fateful heavenly body, capable of doing all sorts of strange things to human beings, from driving them mad (as witness “lunatic,” from Luna, a Roman moon goddess) to affecting their sex lives.</p>
Tovarishch V.I.P. has a strange-sounding name, but the face is all too familiar
<p>How do you really get ahead in Russia? Since World War II, task forces of social scientists cloistered behind “Top Secret” signs in our major universities have been applying themselves earnestly and sometimes hysterically to the question.</p>
Whether he's called sympathique or simpatico, Europe loves the man with verstand
<p>IT’S here again. All the fun and excitement of getting ready for a trip to Europe. As we write this, we’re preparing to board Pan American’s Flight 114 for Paris—the first scheduled transatlantic passenger flight of the long-awaited Boeing 707 jet airliner.</p>
Varieties of Irreligious Experience: A Confession of U.S.D. Quincy
The question is, which of the two was the more revolting way of committing sacrilege?
<p>I think it is true that I have never had nor wished to have a single moment of genuine religious feeling or experience in my life. I did, in my boyhood, spend a disinterested hour or so in church or Sunday school in certain seasons; when I was a child, this was in response to not-very-strict parental wishes.</p>
ALL of Scandinavia is a travel package whose geographical logic makes it sensible for you to include Denmark, Sweden, Norway and Finland on one trip. See one, you should see ’em all. And the idea has more than just geography going for it, too. The spectacular Norwegian fjords, wonderful-wonderful Copenhagen and the Danish fairy tale country, the stately beauty of Stockholm and the pastoral Swedish countryside, friendly Helsinki and the majestic Finnish forests—all of them complement and enhance the appeal of the others for the wandering American.
February, the short month, is too long for most of us. The novelty of winter has ebbed and we’re dying to get away from it all . . . to take to the sunny resorts. Nevertheless, we must give February its just due: a very historic month indeed, what with birthdays of two V.I.P.s (very important presidents), and we mustn’t forget the romantic 14th set aside especially for amorous felicitations.