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...drive to Hollywood-a place he never visited before he joined the White House-and enjoy parties at the home of Los Angeles Times Hollywood Columnist Joyce Haber and her TV producer husband Douglas Cramer. "I go out with actresses," he says, "because I'm not very apt to marry one." Once he even confided: "It's astonishing, you know. These starlets I go out with aren't even sexy." In a burst of envious outrage, Manhattan's Village Voice accused Kissinger of being a secret square posing as a swinger...
...read, and it was hardly reviewed at all. I concluded that nobody really cared what my philosophy was--I think that's right--the novelist is of interest only for what he does through empathy and image-producing, image-arranging; the more consciously a theorist he is the more apt he is to become impotent or cranky or both. Like Harry. I try to remain kind of open. Revolt, rebellion, violence, disgust are themselves there for a reason, they too are organically evolved out of a distinct reality, and must be considered respectfully...I try to love both the redneck...
...Since I wrote that sentence Jones' stock has gone down whereas Mailer's has risen. I think that considering Mailer's position at the time it is an apt enough remark. I think Mailer's subsequent career as far as I've kept up with it is a kind of self-resurrection to be admired. I do admire--not without reservation--Armies of the Night; there's a shrillness, and a willingness to accept your personal experience as an artist as metaphor for national experience...
...almost unimaginably stupid and passive materialism-the boredom of Warhol's silk-screened photos without their threat and bite. Thus, confronted for the nth time with another perfect rendering of reflections on the chrome gizzard of a Harley-Davidson or the pastille skin of a Volkswagen, one is apt to recall Truman Capote's sneer (about another medium) that "this isn't writing, it's typing...
...creative talent, Sheed--like Jamison--considers criticism a secondary art. This is, at first, disappointing to seekers after fire and advocacy. It certainly must have disconcerted Dwight MacDonald followers when Sheed took over the Esquire film column, which Sheed held between 1967 and 1970. Ice and detachment are apt, after generations of disinterested dons, to seem way-stations on the road to irrelevance. But in Sheed's practice, his Catholic temperament and catholicity of taste lead to a greater freedom for play with the unworthy than that of other critics. Since his playfulness is tempered by good judgement, he manages...