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...Beatles," the blonde nods knowingly. No, Chuck Berry, I want to tell her--written and sung by Chuck Berry when the only Liverpool sound was the bellow of an ocean-going tanker...
...barroom bathos, but failed to argue Mailer off the platform. Macdonald eventually squeezed in the valorous observation that Ho Chi Minh was really no better than Dean Rusk. After more obscenities, Mailer introduced Poet Robert Lowell, who got annoyed at requests to speak louder. "I'll bellow, but it won't do any good," he said, and proceeded to read from Lord Weary's Castle. By the time the action shifted to the Pentagon, Mailer was perky enough to get himself arrested by two marshals. "I transgressed a police line," he explained with some pride...
...word, not a grunt, not a bellow nor a sigh; not a hiccough, not wail, not a curse, nor a cry. Not a hint, in fact, that the killer weed had been smelled uptown that day. If art is, in fact, anything you can get away with, then the Diggers have indeed added a whole freaky new dimension to the concept of Revolution...
...past works have been "Jewish novels" in many senses. They feature Jewish characters. The conflict between the self-conscious piety of the older generation and the agnosticism and intermarriages of the younger often forms a subsidiary theme. And Roth tends toward the tone associated with everyone from Saul Bellow to his namesake Harry Roth--a wry humor which softens the portraits of even sharply satirized characters' perceptive details and realistic conversations...
Slightly reminiscent of Saul Bellow's Herzog, who in his imagination writes letters to everybody, Svetlana addresses one and all, including God. Her words to her daughter: "My darling Katya, my heart's blood, straight as a rowan tree, sweet as a cherry, what have I done to you?! I have left you all alone, my love, and how you must be crying there now, though you are such a brave girl and don't like to be a crybaby, my little one. . . . Let them all condemn me-and you condemn me as well, if that will...