Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...uncommuncative discourse of the hipster are poor substitutes for sound thought and mature craftsmanship, whch explains why so few of the works of the Beat literati have been interesting, let alone readable. Easy Living, at least, is comprehensible, but the hippies who hop in and out of the beds Zane has made for them are, on the whole, lifeless forms. Rarely to they seem human; often they seem to be nothing more than sex machines. One more pot of hashish or an additional romp in the love bed could not save the book. Zane's monsters no doubt have read...
Easy Living concerns the escapades of two American expatriates who sleep in or about Paris and London. One, a bastard named only Wyeth, moves from bed to bed, uncaring and undiscriminating, seeking only to assuage a deep-down itch. His friend, Harry Steiner, is escaping from his middle-class Bronx past, from the squares back home, from his own terrible insecurity. They dig the easy life, the life of least resistance, the life of escape via jazz, junk, drink...
...shows in which the freckle-faced redhead had played up to his vast television audience. There were the same folksy-folksy jokes, the same rasp-voiced sentimentality about things, places and people. But Arthur Godfrey's last appearance last week was on tape; he was in a hospital bed, waiting for surgery on a tumor that turned out to be cancer of the lung...
...soul-searing experience as Rifleman 23604106 began the first day, when "I was standing up there with my tin tray, having my bit of food plonked down in front of me like all the others." Barracks life was even more indigestible: "The thought of me in that little bed, with 15 other blokes around ... I felt real sick. It was grim, man-just grim." Within 48 hours Terry's delicate psyche collapsed, and the brass carted him off gently to a hospital ward...
...dish and only an accident when a grownup does. Sleeping and waking are the tidal rhythms of a child's life. Awake, Serioja tags after older boys to the forest for a piratical, burnt-finger feast of baked potatoes and onions. Asleep, he is sprawled in his bed with an impish mop of blond hair and slightly open mouth ("He's saving up strength to go on living...