According to a story in The New York Times, “No, I don’t read. I don’t have the patience,” said James Kunen, the author of The Strawberry Statement, a recent book on his experiences last year as a participant in the student strike at Columbia University.
If heroes have any common denominator, it may be that there's no talking sense to them. Sense involves considerations. "If you try to fight those powerful men, you won't accomplish any good and you'll probably get yourself killed in the bargain."
I often find that I prefer the occasional essays of highly accomplished novelists to their novels. This is certainly true of Orwell, as it is of Mailer and Edmund Wilson; if I apply the observation also to Graham Greene I intend no disrespect to his novels, which I greatly admire.
If we had planned the fisherman’s swing around the Pacific, which you’ll find on page 96, a couple of years ago, we’d have laid it out as an air tour, and that would have been that, because steamship sailings, especially cruises, were so spotty that only the very lucky traveler could latch onto a ship that was going where he wanted to go when he wanted to go there.
Truth,” one of Esquire’s editors remarked truly after reading An American Atrocity (page 59) “is more dramatic than anything you can imagine.” It would be hard to editorialize on a comment like that. To substantiate it, though, it is necessary only to “I will say it is the most powerful material I’ve dealt with in twenty years of reporting.
Prevailing winds from the north In your article Havana Survival Kit (June) you advise Americans in Havana to act like Canadians since, “Canadians are bland and inoffensive and easily blend with crowds.” Perhaps you confuse our blandness with what is commonly known as politeness, courtesy, and manners.
How the 37th President of the United States brilliantly outwitted the 34th President of the United States
Riding in the staff bus during Nixon’s 1968 campaign, I talked with one of his speech writers about the convention in Miami Beach. Nixon’s wooing of Strom Thurmond had been much criticized. But Nixon’s man now said the acceptance speech eclipsed everything that went before it: “That was so clearly the major event of the convention—a brilliant job.
Hilde Somer’s specialty is that she plays piano music nobody else can even read. Not long ago she gave the world premiere of a concerto where she was required to hit key clusters with the heel of her hand continuously for minutes on end, then slug the piano with her forearm and finally with her elbow— and make music throughout.
“You see, Lieutenant, somewhere something went wrong. Some word was misconstrued, misunderstood, some act was misinterpreted. And this was the end result...”
<p>First Squad drew the night’s ambush. While Second and Third Squads of Second Platoon had slogged all day over wooded hills and barren dunes, First Squad had stood security back at Platoon C.P. So First Squad drew the night’s ambush and at dusk, as Second and Third Squads filed into the C.P. perimeter—grousing at still another day of no contact with Vietcong—the nine men of First Squad set out in a light wind-whipped rain for their ambush site.</p>
If the good Lord hadn't meant us to play games, He would never have said “Let there be light." Right? But He did, Thomas Edison wrapped it up, and now a sculptor-artist named Marvin Torffield has moved in on the Lord’s medium and turned it into an act much more interesting than all the psychedelic “light shows” of recent years.
Ever wonder why the hosannahs that ought to celebrate our unprecedented prosperity are being drowned out by the untidy rustle of quiet desperation and the stridulation of grinding teeth? Do you ask yourself what the best-fed, best-informed, best-educated society since the beginning of time has failed to deliver?
<p>When the time comes, it may not be easy, despite the rebirth of Richard Nixon and Elvis Presley, to muster nostalgia for the Fifties. (Davy Crockett and Roy Cohn, Grace Kelly and the Playboy Bunny, My Fair Lady and adult Westerns, filter tips and instant coffee, Zen and the art of the Roller Derby, Ban the Bomb and togetherness, Harry Belafonte, Jack Kerouac, Dr. Kinsey, and The Golden Age of Television.)</p>
It’s a wise child who knows he’s father to the man
Bruce Jay Friedman
When the plane stopped, the man and the boy got off and were holding each other about the waist, as though one or perhaps both of them had just recovered from diseases that made it hard to take deep breaths. Back in the city the boy would not have been caught dead holding his dad in that manner, but this was out West where none of his friends could see him, and it seemed all right to do so.
<p>Never was so much (the prevention of the imminent German invasion, hence the preservation of British independence, hence a base—in fact the only possible base— for the later Allied invasions in the opposite direction) owed by so many (everybody, not least the Germans) to so few (less than half as many pilots as Eastern Airlines employs now, twenty-nine years later).</p>
John O’Hara Is Alive and Well in the First Half of the Twentieth Century
He owns it
Don A. Schanche
<p>The study from which the most prolific major writer of our time sends forth a minimum of one important new book and a variety of personal essays each year looks like the back room of a remainder shop whose proprietor cannot bear to part with anything he has touched. </p>
The creature in the dark: was it a loris, a cat, or an id?
<p>The house needed painting when the Fechners acquired it, and Walter rented the equipment necessary to do it, climbing like a fireman to get at the rafters high in the gables. Inside, both the floors and the woodwork had been covered with many coats of paint.</p>
The Intelligent Angler’s Guide to the Pacific-Orient
<p>Walton’s angler was never really compleat because he fished only in seventeenth-century England, while the contemporary fisherman casts his lures on the waters of the world. Today some of the most exciting and least-fished-out areas are to be found in the Pacific and Indian Oceans and in the streams of southern Asia.</p>
Can there be any justification in calling a man a queer before ten million people on television?
William F. Buckley Jr.
<p>I have here a recent issue of <em>The East Village Other</em> featuring a piece entitled “Faggot Logic” which is about me, or more precisely about a column I wrote on Senator McGovern which highly displeased this demimondaine journal. “Following faggot logic,” my critic writes, “is disturbing at any time of year, and Buckley’s spiteful spewlings today have just pissed me off, even more than usual.”</p>
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