Roses are Red and violets are blue, but our valentine issue's of multiple hue. This February's colors span the spectrum, from wrestling's black and blue to the red and white of the Polish flag. So lean back and ignore the white stuff outside. This is going to be a month of red-letter days.
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Larry Woiwode's new novel. Poppa John (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), is not easy to read. It revolves around an elderly actor known for his soapopera role as Poppa John. He was let go from his job and has been unemployed for a year. Most of the novel takes place two days before Christmas, when Poppa John and his wife, Celia, go out oto shop for Christmas presents. They are poor and, in many ways, desperate. Woiwode lets us see how Poppa John's life is coming apart at its seams, and he does this as if he were peeling an onion. The reader's orientation apes Poppa John's and we learn things about him as he does about himself. The book ends on Christmas and in a very Christian manner. There is redemption, pain, forgiveness, violence, hope and the kind of writing craftsmanship that urges us to care.
Before seeing Ragtime (Paramount), one might have wondered whether a viable movie could be made from such a huge, sprawling hunk of Americana. E.L. Doctorow's best-selling novel covered everyone and everything from Houdini and racism to show business, love triangles and family life in old New York during the early part of the 20th Century. To invent an original screenplay of this complexity, crowded with overlapping characters and incidents, would be sheer madness. There's enough going on in Ragtime to fill several full-length features. Well not I've seen it and my hat's off to director Milos Forman and adapter Michael Weller (who also did the brilliant adaptation of Forman's underappreciated Hair) for simplifying, jazzing up and generally re-creating Doctorow with such exuberance that the film seems---as much as anything---a loving paean to the joys of cinema. Well along in Ragtime---after Stanford White has been shot by Evelyn Nesbit's jealous husband, after a black piano player named Coalhouse Walker, Jr., has taken over the J.P. Morgan Library by force---there's a beautiful scene in which an immigrant sidewalk sketch artist (Mandy Patinkin) who has found his future in film making proposes, in broken English, a toast to that historic discovery. "For a couple pennies, people see in a short time the whole life of the world, how they live, how they fight, love." That's what Ragtime is really all about.
Swinging: The Toshiko Akiyoshi/Lew Tabackin Big Band is a wonderful improbability. It combines a Japanese pianist/composer who was born in Manchuria, a virtuoso tenor-saxophone/flute player from Philadelphia---who is also the compser's husband---and jazz infused with traditional Japanese folk music. An unusual chemistry that some-how comes together in the most critically acclaimed and exciting band to hit the scene since Sun Ra discovered space travel. Up to now, the band has existed to perform the music of Akiyoshi, who is its conductor.
Marianne Faithfull's comeback album, Broken English, was all about rage. Her latest, Dangerous Acquaintances (Island), is about grief and loss. It's one hell of a record. The lyrics are strong and her voice is bluesy---and human again. You can also dance to it. Really. You don't have to be hip to Marianne's past Rolling Stones connection to get into these songs, but it helps, The best example of that is Intrigue. The tune has a distinct touch of You Can't Always Get What You Want and the sentiments she expresses sound to us like an answer to one of Jagger's best ballads, Wild Horses. Other cuts that deserve special notice include For Beautie's Sake, written with Steve Winwood, Easy in the City and Truth Bitter Truth, which begins, "Where did it go to, my youth/Where did it slip away to?" We're pretty sure that when Faithfull figures it out, her audience will be the first to know. Buy this one.
Reeling and Rocking: Dave Clark, as in the Dave Clark Five, has written a science-fiction movie called Time, which he hopes to produce in the U.S. Clark has already interested John Travolta in playing a part.... Mick Jagger is set to appear in a film of Gore Vidal's novel Kalki (you read it in Playboy in 1978). ... Steve Leber and David Krebs, who produced Beatlemania on Broadway, are talking to tennis ace John McEnroe about playing the lead in a movie version of the comic strip Archie. Bringing back the Fifties one more time.
Among the major events of the new year in television will be Brideshead Revisited, a meticulous adaptation by John Mortimer of Evelyn Waugh's 1945 novel, already a huge success at home in England. Beginning January 18 as part of the PBS "Great Performances" showcase, Brideshead is a sumptuous II-week epic, almost a page-by-page playback of Waugh's book about an aristocratic Catholic family over a time span of two decades. Jeremy Irons (the brilliant actor who nearly stole The French Lieutenant's Woman from Meryl Streep) plays Charles Ryder, who first visits Brideshead at the invitation of his wayward Oxford school chum, Sebastian (Antohony Andrews). The acting throughout is English classic: Laurence Oliver and Claire Bloom as Lord and Lady Marchmain. Sebastian's estranged parents; Diana Quick as his sister Julia; John Gielgud as Charles's father (in several of the driest deadpan comic bits between father and son I have ever witnessed). It's all quite civilized and literary, aimed at the highest brows, but scintillatingly wicked.
I dol Gossip: Mackenzie (One Day at a Time) Phillips' much-publicized bout with drugs will be dramatized in an NBC telemovie now in the development stages. Miss Phillips will probably play herself. ... Bo Derek'sThe Sea Mistress (produced by Bo and directed by hubby John) has been retitled Pirate Annie and put on hold. Next, Bo will top-line and produce Adam and Eve (originally titled Eve and That Damned Apple). ... Bruce Jay Friedman's script Detroit Abe is finally in serious development after years of circulating around Hollywood. The tale of a college prof who takes over a pimp's business and restructures it for efficiency, the flick will be directed by Michael (Some Kind of Hero) Pressman. At presstime, Dan Aykroyd was the principal choice to play the lead. ... United Artists' National Lampoon Goes to the Movies (previously discussed in this column) may never make it to the big screen. The film was shot in near record time last spring and set for a summer of 1981 release, but a preview screening reportedly produced such negative audience reaction that UA execs have decided to temporarily shelve it. A pay-TV release is being considered. ... Mary Tyler Moore is prepping two film projects, Prisoners and Finnegan Begin Again. The former concerns a housewife whose volunteer work leads to an involvement with a prisoner; the latter is about a woman who has an affair with an older man.
It was a few minutes after sunrise and the two guys looked like the "before" half of an ad for a hangover remedy. The two young women with whom they were strolling along the Acapulco beach clearly could have used some sleep, too.
If you read sex manuals, you get the impression that everybody is doing everything and enjoying it all. Yet I've found that, inevitably, my partner likes some things better than others. Are there any general guidelines for sexual preferences?---H.G., Los Angeles, California.
We asked our Playmates a difficult question this month. We're interested in finding out about sexual signals---the verbal ones and the silent ones, as well. Just how do they pass those cues on to a man whom they find sexually exciting?
Suffice it to say that sex in the Eighties has become not so much liberating as dangerous. You can get all you want; but do you want what you get? For those who have itched, squirmed, medicated and confessed (in the interests of social hygiene), the answer is no. That is why we are emboldened no to take a daring, not to say desperate, step toward revisionist romance.
By now his story has taken on the trappings of a legend. An unemployed Polish electrician named Lech Walesa scaled a fence at the Lenin Shipyard in Gdańsk, Poland, to join striking workers who were occupying the plant. Within days, he had become the leader of the strike and was demanding that the Polish government give workers the right to form free trade unions, unprecedented in an Eastern European Communist country. Six months later, Walesa had become one of the most powerful men in Poland, leader of the 10,000,000-member Solidarity union. By December, he was on the cover of Time and spotlighted in its "Man of the Year" coverage for 1980. Time called him "one of the Communist world's most charismatic figures," and noted that "from his first appearance in the striking shipyard last August, Walesa showed an instinctive ability to inspire crowds and win their trust ... [mesmerizing] audiences with a mixture of folksy quips and deadly serious admonitions."
D. H. Lawrence himself was sure the novel he had just written would never be published. It was 1927. People did not speak the word sex aloud, much less use explicit language to describe the act. Even the story line went against all that was sacred: A nobleman's wife, denied the pleasures of marriage because her husband had been injured in the war, takes up with the gamekeeper on her husband's estate. It was scandalous, immoral, obscene and provocative. And Lawrence was right. No established publisher would touch it. Even though he published the novel at his own expense in 1928, it couldn't be sold legally. The world learned of Lady Chatterley's Lover mainly through two expurgated versions released, with his widow-------------------------
With the sullen aspect of a blackjack, Sonny Liston sat amid the predawn drone of a Las Vegas casino. Six years had passed since the sorry loss of his heavyweight title to the young Cassius Clay in Miami Beach, five since he had fallen finally and pathetically to that "phantom punch" in their rematch in Maine. Sonny had been a labor goon and an ex-con of ferocious repute. He had a right hand that could crumple a cathedral pillar. The white public saw him as evil, a naked example of unconsolable black hostility; to almost all, his second loss to Clay was nothing less than a symmetrical half gainer into the tank.
Francis Smith, better known as Smilby, is a fastidious and talented English cartoonist whose work has appeared in Playboy for many years. When he is not at the drawing board, he is out collecting vintage cover girls. Playboy Press has recently published Stolen Sweets (named for a magazine of the Thirties), a loving look at Smilby's collection. Smilby writes, "The aim of this book is to share my interest and pleasure in the drawings of the cover girls of what, for want of a better name, one must call the girlie magazines of the first third of this century. For this was their heyday---the days from the turn of the century until the mid-Thirties, when photoprinting in color finally became technically good enough for the photograph to replace the drawing. ... These paintings are as fresh. as lively and lovely as the day they were painted."
Fashion's favorite fabrics at the moment aren't even fabrics; yet today's moguls of menswear are treating polished leathers and suedes as though they had the versatility of textiles. As can be expected, this liberated attitude toward skins has led to results the Hell's Angels wouldn't touch with a ten-foot Harley---including leather and suede formalwear and swim trunks. Colors, for the moment, are understandably on the safe side, sands and browns being the most popular. Mixed with other subtle shades, they give off an air of cool sophistication; combined with items in bolder colors, their effect is surprisingly sporty. But we predict that as the variety of skin styles becomes absorbed into the fashion mainstream. more adventuresome colors will crop up. Just avoid too much of a good thing and keep your skin selection to two items per outfit. Even something as simple as a skinny suede tie on a soft flannel shirt with a favorite corduroy jacket can be effective. Remember, too, that animal skin can feel damned good against our skin. (Try a soft suede shirt with nothing on under neath and you may become your own best friend.) And is leather is a sensuous turn on for us, think of the effect it's having on the opposite sex.
Man and Woman, Part II: The Sexual Deal: A Story Of Civilization
Diane De Simone
Homo sapiens. Types: male and female. Age: about 400,000, with known ancestors of 3,500,000. Distribution: virtually entire surface of planet Earth. Societies: agricultural and industrial, with a few primitive hunter-gatherers. Mode of reproduction: sexual. Nearest living relative: chimpanzee. Characteristics: intelligent, dominant, highly sexed. Question: Why?
Anne-marie fox is eager to get on with the business of being Anne-Marie Fox. Her life so far has been all preparation. Now she wants to do something. Early on in her 19 years of life, Anne-Marie was sentenced to a Catholic girls' school (though she's not Catholic). She got the full treatment: No boys ever, no unexcused tardiness to class, uniforms must be worn at all times---you know the routine. Anne-Marie not only survived, she flourished, finding direction in discipline.
Remember that marvelously effective little television commercial from the campaign wars of 1980---the one in which burly, white-thatched actor hired by those devilishly clever Republicans so unmistakably the most powerful and prominent Democrat in Congress, the similarly burly and white-thatched Speaker of the House of Representatives, as arrogant glutton who neither knew nor cared that his big, black, gas-guzzling automobile was rapidly running out of fuel until it did?
If You Were Tempted to buy a video-cassette recorder years ago but held off until the industry got the bugs out, refined the styling and dropped the prices, resist no more. Today's VCRs are easy to operate, gorgeous to look at and no more expensive than a top-notch stereo receiver. It's no wonder that there are currently 3,500,000 recorders in operation, with sales graphs going through the roof. And that figure doesn't include the action in video-disc machines, satellite receiving systems and large-screen-projection units.
Andy Kaufman was in trouble. The self-proclaimed Intergender Wrestling Champion of the World had been flipped, jackknifed, half-nelsoned, arm-barred, leg-dropped and mauled steadily for the past ten minutes, and now the Challenger, Playmate Susan Smith, was positioned atop his limp body, her knees grinding into his shoulders. Red-faced and drooling, his shirt ripped and bloodstained, Kaufman just lay there like a corpse, exhausted, beaten, ready to (text continued on page 130) throw in the towel. His shoulder blades were touching the mat for one ... two ... three ... four ... five full seconds, and pandemonium had broken out in the crowd.
Since video games are the jelly beans of the mind, we suspected that Ed Meese might rent one for the Gipper. One of our editors, disguised as a gardener, slipped into the Oval Office through the Rose Garden. An obviously startled President Reagan looked up from the national controls and said, "As good as I'm getting at this, those poor folks out there had better start playing Defender."
Editor's Note: A little more than two years ago, the authors of this article---both Playboy staffers---convinced some soft touch in this corporation's book-publishing arm to commission them to take the winter off and embark on a quest for the ultimate ski experience. They would spend their days skiing the best slopes on the continent and their nights sampling restaurants, bars and whatever else they might run into. Their hard-working colleagues back in Chicago could at least take comfort in the fact that these bozos weren't paid overtime. Here, adapted from the book they produced, are the high points of their account---which is not paid in full, no matter what they think!
Draw the wagons into a circle, boys, the prigs are on the attack! That is hardly news to those who've been following the antics of the Moral Majority or its sisters under the skin, the unsmiling Women Against Pornography. What is surprising is the lengths to which some of those holier-than-thou fringe groups will go or the pusillanimous behavior exhibited by segments of the media in bowing to their demands. We have a lot more respect for Jayne Kennedy, who---when a church group, after seeing her partly unclad photos in playboy, canceled her scheduled speaking appearance---kept the date, anyway. Paraphrasing Matthew VII: 1, she reminded her audience: "You can't judge me. Only God can do that." Behind much of the effort to censor TV is a Mississippi Methodist minister, the Reverend Donald Wildmon. He had 4000 monitors watching TV for the merest hint that sexual intercourse had occurred, in or out of marriage. Denying prudery, Wildmon told Time he had four kids, and "you don't get four kids by picking blackberries." Apparently, now that he's got his, everybody else can head for the briar patch. Although some see this repressive climate as emanating from Washington, it's really business as usual on Capitol Hill. Remember Liz Ray and Fanne Foxe? This year we had the Jenrettes, Paula Parkinson, Mississippi Representative Jon C. Hinson (caught with a black man, not a constituent, in the men's room) and the Director of the Federal Education Department's office for the gifted and talented (honest!) busted on charges of arranging filmed sex acts. Finally, even protests in 1981 had their lighter side, or, rather, their backside. Turn to the last page of this feature and see how a coalition of Swiss, French and German activists expressed its opinion of a nuclear power plant. Cheeky, we call it.
Contributing Editor David Rensin met with actress Karen Allen in her Los Angeles hotel room. The plucky, comely star of last summer's box-office smash "Raiders of the Lost Ark" was in town to tape the "Fridays" show. Says Rensin: "As wonderful as Karen Allen looks, our conversation revealed that there's much more to this woman than meets the eye. She has done years of theater work, as well as movies such as 'The Wanderers,' 'Cruising,' 'A Small Circle of Friends' and 'National Lampoon's Animal House.' Her latest film, 'Captured,' is about religious cults. Frankly, if there were a Karen Allen cult, I wouldn't mind approaching strangers in airports on her behalf."
How You Got to Be You: A Refresher Course in Genetics
The gene is the basic unit of heredity. Different arrangements of genes make ducks, oranges, spiders, bacteria, flatworms and humans. In our case, human genes are arranged in 23 pairs of chromosomes, found in all human cells with the exception of sex cells---egg and sperm---which receive only one randomly selected chromosome from each pair. There is often gene swapping between a pair of chromosomes before that selection is made.
Not long ago, it was a key to the executive washroom that turned an upwardly mobile executive's eyes green with envy. Today, it's more likely to be a crackerjack copy machine that takes up no more space than a microwave oven or a desktop dictation/transcribing system that's so hip it shows you the length of each letter or memo before it's typed. And the latest office chairs are so comfortable that even Ebenezer Scrooge would trade in Bob Cratchit's rickety stool for a pneumatic one that can be airlifted to the sitter's choice of heights. If office equipment gets any slicker, we may actually look forward to going to work.
The image of style you project is not based solely on the clothes you wear. Your accessories and other personal touches---including even the type of pen you carry---are weighed in the balance by others. And, today, with the world's preoccupation with matters financial, one sure-fire way to convey your message to the big boys in the board room is through the wealth of personal items available in black and gold and combinations thereof. From a gold-stripe-on-black umbrella to a gold-banded black-velvet hat, the effect is far from somber. And it's also elegant in a simple, classic manner that conveys understated authority and a background of good breeding. Best of all, many black-and-gold accessories---including the mother lode pictured here---don't cost a fortune.