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While only a confirmed horoscope addict will find all this fully convincing, any reader will be impressed by Author Fifield's rendering of the trancelike intensity with which the countess' conscious mind pearl-dives into her unconscious. Author Fifield speculates intriguingly on religious and metaphysical questions. Does the ability to foretell a future event presuppose predestination? Are times past, present and future coeval? These questions are more fully developed than the novel's characters, who seem to exist like cards in a deck, merely to take plot tricks...
Jazz and dope often seem as closely linked as their jargon; e.g., the jazz terms "hip" and "hipster" are derived from opium smoking, during which the addict lies on one hip. Such famed hipsters as Gene Krupa, Thelonius Monk and the late Billie Holliday had their public problems with dope, and the jazz trade has long refused to book some big-name combos into cities where drugs are known to be hard to get. To find out just how far jazz and dope play hand in hand, Manhattan Psychologist Charles Winick interviewed 357 jazz musicians on the habits of some...
...were "regulars." Some 53% had tried heroin, 24% took it occasionally and 16% used it regularly. Winick found that often there was "positive social pressure" on jazz players to use drugs, cited one band in which only one member did not smoke "pot"-and he was called an addict by the narcotics users because he took Miltown. Among the "benefits" the users feel they get from dope: 1) "contact high," a sort of group excitement; 2) release from personal problems; and 3) a physical boost on road trips when they pull into a town after an all-day bus ride...
...TIME points out [March 14], Alex King might be an ex-cartoonist, ex-artist, ex-editor, ex-playwright, ex-husband, ex-dope addict and ex-writer, but until he becomes an ex-purveyor of truth (even King's brand of truth), he's made...
...existence of a hard-cover monograph by a respectable author in praise of science fiction poses a question: Are science-fiction addicts still to be classed with such pariahs as matchbook collectors, astrologers, dog breeders, philatelists, health foodists and canasta bugs? Or have they gained the social level of horse players ($50 and $100 windows), opera lovers, physicists, bridge careerists and sports-car nuts? British Novelist Kingsley (Lucky Jim) Amis, a science-fiction addict since he was twelve, speaks with dignity in behalf of his fellow incurables...