“Unfair” to Arnold I THOUGHT YOUR ARTICLE ON ARnold Schwarzenegger (Reality Check, December 1996) crossed the line. In it, you implied that he is a Nazi sympathizer, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I have known Arnold for more than twelve years.
IN HIS 1956 ESSAY “ON A BOOK Entitled Lolita,” Vladimir Nabokov recounted how his novel almost met the same fate as its heroine and died in childbirth. No American publishing house would go near it. Publisher X, Nabokov wrote, “got so bored with Humbert that [he] never got past page 188.... Publisher Y, on the other hand, regretted there were no good people in the book.
The Clintons THREW A LITtle gasoline on the barbie during a recent trip to Australia. First, in an address before the Parliament in Canberra, the president said he felt “on top of the world” in the “land down under.” That’s an Aussie faux pas, says a source: “We Americans see that as a friendly nickname, but Australians really don’t like it.
IT MAY NOT CARRY THE PRESTIGE OF OWNING John F. Kennedy’S GOLF clubs, but a letter written by Malcolm X that was recently put on the block is still quite a conversation piece. The letter, written in April 1955 to Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad, was offered for sale by the Gallery of History, which deals in rare manuscripts and autographs.
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE a perky woman scorned. Katie Couric is not amused by a Saturday Night Live parody that depicted her getting into bed with Johnnie Cochran, says a TV source. Following Couric's interview with 0. J. Simpson's lawyer for NBC's Dateline, the folks at SNL produced a wicked animated segment that ran with the actual audio from the interview.
DOWNSIZING MAY HAVE hit the fundraising circuit, but name-dropping is still going strong New York's Memorial SloanKettering Cancer Center was hoping to raise money for its Home Care Program, so a longtime fundraiser for the hospital began sending around a chain letter, asking famous donors for an astronomical ten dollars.
George Clooney COULD TEACH Bruce Wayne a thing or two about reacting coolly in a crisis. Not long ago, the latest Batman was on the Warner Bros, jet with his costars Chris O’Donnell (who plays Robin) and Uma Thurman (Poison Ivy) when the pilot cut one of the engines.
THE NEXT CHAPTER IN THE CONTINUING REHAbilitation of Mark Fuhrman: The former Los Angeles police detective is tentatively scheduled to do an hour-long interview in March with Oprah Winfrey. Fuhrman, whose use of the n-word made him America's poster boy of racism, recently pleaded guilty to charges of perjury for his testimony during the O. J. Simpson criminal trial. "Half the people who testified in that trial perjured themselves, but he's the only one who was called on it," says a Fuhrman defender. "He's a big fan of Oprah's, and he's truly sorry he said those things and is doing a complete mea culpa. If she can listen to him with an open mind, her audience should be able to, too." No word yet on whether Geraldo Rivera has booked 0. J.
QUIXOTIC PRESIDENTIAL candidate Morry Taylor isn't ready to step out of the public arena just yet— even if he has to keep paying to stay in. Taylor, the head of Titan Wheel International who spent more than $7 million of his own money in hopes of getting on the Republican ticket but captured only twenty-five thousand votes (that’s around $280 per voter, for those keeping score at home), has written a book. The problem is, according to a Beltway insider, that Taylor can’t find any publisher willing to buy the book, so he’s paying to get it in print. “It’s his political manifesto,” says the source, who adds that the working title is Reinventing the Wheel. Barbara Feinman, the ghostwriter who Hillary Rodham Clinton insists didn’t write her book, helped Taylor out on his. A spokesman for Taylor says that the big wheel is talking with publishers, but the deal is “still kind of in the works. They asked us not to go into any detail until it’s in contract,” he said, which would “probably be in March.” When asked if Taylor would go the vanity-press route, the spokesman said, “Probably not, but if this doesn’t work out, he’s obviously got the money that he could self-publish.” For a lot less than $280 a reader.
AMERICANS WHO STILL get a lump in their throats whenever they hear the Checkers speech have a new reason to go on living: The Richard Nixon Library & Birthplace in Yorba Linda, California, has opened a gift shop. A catalog boasts of "great ideas for your own wardrobe, home, and office—and gifts for family, friends, and business associates who love our nation, the presidency, and the American system of government."
LAST TIME WE CHECKED IN ON Dan Rather, COMEDIAN Harry Shearer HAD CAPTURED HIM via satellite fretting about his hair. This time, Shearer's Found Objects Web site (www. timecast.com/channels/comedy/shearer/found.html) features audio feeds of Rather's supposedly off-air comments.
SWITCHING CAREERS—FROM, SAY, ANIMAL bludgeoner to risk-arbitrage attorney—has undoubtedly left mankind with pent-up vocationalphysical aggression. You can get it out of your system with the occasional rubber-band attack, or you can do.
YOUNG JOHN CAFARO had defaced his math book and school desk with drawings of fast automobiles, and it struck his father as a bad sign for the lad’s future. “If you can make a living drawing cars,” the father scolded, “I’ll kiss your ass in Times Square at noon.”
IT'S THE END OF THE wor1d," Mary McCormack cries, troubled puppy eyes growing wide at the prospect. "Armageddon is near because Kate Moss wrote her autobiography at twenty-one! I mean, what can she say? 'I lost four pounds, and my pants look better!' I am absolutely obsessed with people who write books and shouldn't."
BIG READ: It's too long" was the preferred excuse for not reading last year’s hefty lit event Infinite Jest. But serious readers aren’t off the David Foster Wallace hook yet: February 12 marks the arrival of A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, a more manageable collection of the author’s densely footnoted journalism and essays. The book includes his much-talked-about cruise-ship satire of the same title, featuring a “potentially malevolent” vacuum toilet whose “concussive suction” threatens to turn every trip to the can into Trainspotting's most notorious scene, minus the heroin.
FOR THE LAST FEW YEARS, psychoanalysis has been—how shall we say?—a little depressed. But just when the whole Freudian project seemed about to roll off the couch onto the Persian carpet with a corpselike thump, the British psychoanalyst Adam Phillips rides wryly to the rescue, dispensing aphorisms and paradoxes as freely as up-to-the-minute therapists sling Prozac and Zoloft.
CALL THIS AN OLD fart's lament, but the Who have been going downhill for three decades, since the 1967 release of The Who Sell Out, an event that roughly coincided with yours truly's having the top of his head blown off at the Fillmore Ballroom during a cataclysmic rendition of "I Can See for Miles."
HIS ROLES ALTERNATE BETWEEN the thoroughly nasty (Kiss of Death, Higher Learning) and the thoroughly moronic (Mighty Aphrodite, Beautiful Girls), so to see Michael Rapaport sitting in a café minding his own business is to wait for something either unfortunate or stupid to happen. But there's nothing ugly or dumb about his real life, which now includes soon-to-be released movies with three of his childhood heroes: this month's Metro, with Eddie Murphy ("a disappointing experience"), and, later, Copland, with De Niro and Stallone.
NO ONE IS EVER PREpared for his first meal at a churrascaria— Rio de Janeiro's enormous, exuberant barbecue restaurants where the idea of "all you can eat" is taken to an incredible extreme. One of the best in town is the Barra Grill (314 Avenida Ministro Ivan Lins; 55-21-493-6060), where tables of men sit for hours and the regulars have their labeled bottles of Scotch and rum lined up on the windowsills.
These are good times for Clark Kent, aka Superman, and Lois Lane. After almost sixty years of courtship, they finally got married last year, a new big-budget movie is on the way, and lowa-born composer Michael Daugherty’s Metropolis Symphony (Argo), a musical portrait of the fifty-something Man of Steel, has just landed in the classical section of music stores nationwide.
FOUR-BY-FOUR IS ALL THE RAGE, BUT THE POlaris line of all-terrain vehicles goes all the way to six-by-six, as in the modestly designated Big Boss or Magnum models. Think of them as sport-utes with a saddle instead of a driver’s seat, shrunk down from road to trail width— under four feet.
LAST NOVEMBER, Jonathan Schmitz was convicted of blasting two shotgun holes in the chest of a gay man who had declared on national television that he had a secrel crush on Schmitz. Following the trial, the defendant's lawyer announced his desire to sue the show's host, Jenny Jones, for creating what he called "this unnecessary, unreasonable, negligent risk."
THOSE STAR TREK writers who dreamed up sickbay gizmos that beamed curative fields into the body may have been more prophetic than they imagined. Magnetic fields are being studied as part of a $1.1 million research grant from the NIH's Office of Alternative Medicine.
ISN'T THERE A NOBEL PRIZE FOR SAVing millions of people from carnage? Until now, the only solution for advanced gum disease has been oral surgery: Lift up the gums, chisel away the plaque, sew the gums back in place. Strip-mining just one side of the mouth takes up to three hours and earns a periodontist as much as $5,000 per mouth.
"There were no ski lifts from Schruns and no funiculars, but there were logging trails and cattle trails that led up different mountain valleys to the high mountain country. You climbed on foot carrying your skis and higher up, where the snow was too deep, you climbed on seal skins that you attached to the bottoms of the skis."
THE FIRST TIME I heard my father say it, I was in shock," declared the elegant, fortyish woman. Her dad was driving her to school one day when he suddenly slammed on the brakes to avoid a dog and let out the forbidden expletive. The dog was spared, but his young daughter looked as if she'd been hit by a truck.
Call it the Cheech and Chong stigma: Serious potheads get tagged as absentminded airheads, even when they aren't stoned. Guess what, dudes—there may be a whiff of truth to it A new study finds that longtime marijuana users have hazier memories and poorer concentration than people who've never inhaled.
<p>CAREER" IS ONE OF THOSE fine-sounding words, full of confident purpose and forward momentum. If we were to say, "So-and-so determined upon a career in motion pictures," it would make the business seem like a steam locomotive, with some eager kid getting onboard, having a break in a few small parts, building gradually (with tender agent and supportive family), being noticed, rising in public esteem (don't we all know the surgent rhythm of the showbiz biopic?)</p>
An impassioned discourse on overpaid players, lousy teams, and walking away from the game
<p>ON THE COURT AT MADISON Square Garden, a handful of rows from where NBA commissioner David Stern is sitting, the New York Knicks are playing the Washington Bullets in a game so slow and so dreary it seems to have come from another time, before the twenty-four-second clock, when the Rochester Royals would play this kind of barn burner against the Providence Steamrollers.</p>
<p>JHN KRICFALUSI IS DESCRIBING Jimmy the Idiot Boy and his uncle, George Liquor, who he hopes will be his most successful cartoon creations since cartoon creations since Ren and Stimpy, an animated dog and cat who were quite successful indeed.</p>
<p>SAY A COMPANY HAS A PROVEN track record of Selling products that folks really want. It's got to be an attractive investment, right? Lots of people apparently think so. But as more than a few luckless souls can tell you, there's more to a sound investment than a hot brand name and soaring revenues.</p>
The book was banned, its author reviled, the first film version censored. Is there anything more about a lustful twelve-year-old nymphet that can shock American sensibilities? Yes.
THE FILM DIRECTOR ADRIAN LYNE, A RENEgade Englishman inclined toward Irish stubbornness, had been intent upon film ing Lolita, and he was doing it in the singular fashion in which movies are made: employing winter for a season meant to be summer, using a darkening day for an afternoon meant to be brilliant, and confronting, in the process, the unbounded tyranny of answered prayers.
The twenty boys of the Dawg Pound Platoon were among the first Gls sent to the atrocity-ridden Balkans. Their mission: Sit tight, watch videos, and stay out of trouble. Trouble found them nonetheless.
<p>BAD NAUHEIM, GERMANY. TOOT. IT'S Christmas Plus One, and in their train the Dawgs pass the frozen sugar-beet fields. In one compartment a PFC, a blanket around him, looks up as the door rolls open and a specialist stands there, chewing Skoal.</p>
<p>YOU’RE A TELEVISIONnetwork president of entertainment. You’re charming. You’re comely. You’re a happy combination of brains and luck. You say which shows run on your network and which do not. You decide who will be the next big thing and who will not.</p>
He was going to be the next Faulkner— a voice of racial compassion who would take on southern justice. But he killed a black man one night and became imprisoned forever in his own tragic narrative.
The novelist fired his .30-06 rifle, shattering the back window of the mysterious car parked in his driveway. The shell smashed into the head of a twenty-one-year-old soldier named George Doaks Jr. and exited the windshield (near right).
A brief, bracing encounter with one very hungry actress
greet I thing really MOST I each think new love OF of day actresses. YOU, when is how THE I rise much Ashley FIRST to Judd, up in her hotel room fifteen floors above me, is nearly an hour late, and it’s almost as if she’s done me a great service.
<p>“This fantasy of a Man in a Gray Flannel Suit is one that strong-minded women are distinctly not supposed to have.” “Why shouldn’t we find a man who will take care of us the way our fathers did?” “What many women want is simply a more subtle and refined version of a double standard : We want men to be the providers and to regard us as equals.”</p>
Designer moves, grand openings, massive pants, and more
THE AMERICAN INVASION OF ITALIAN FASHION CONTINUES. Richard Tyler (left) has been hired to design the men's and women's collections for Byblos, a trendy Italian fashion house with close to $100 million in worldwide sales. Tyler, who divides his time between Los Angeles and New York, is actually Australian.
Fashion Cotton Cool, pp. 92—93: HUGO Hugo Boss suit ($950) at Charivari, New York; Bloomingdale’s, New York; BOSS Hugo Boss, Bal Harbour, FL. BOSS Hugo Boss shirt ($95) and tie ($85) at BOSS Hugo Boss, King of Prussia, PA, and Washington, DC; Saks Fifth Avenue select stores.
WHAT IF WE WALKED OUT of here and I were you and you were me?” I said to Claudia Schiffer as we left the bathroom. This was at Ralph Lauren’s showroom just before his spring show, and I was the only nonmodel in the john. Giant, delicate blonds were floating by the mirrors, being reassured, and then Claudia came out from the last stall.