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...Saul Bellow's Mr. Sammler reflected gloomily that killing is "one of the luxuries. No wonder that princes had so long reserved the right to murder with impunity." Yet there has always been a democracy of homicide. Ever since Cain slew Abel, murder has been a classless crime. The East Harlem father who hurls his children from the roof is paralleled across the Hudson in the affluent New Jersey suburbs: a Westfield insurance salesman named John List was indicted last winter on a charge of shooting his wife, mother and three children and ranging four of the bodies side...
From time to time Duffy escapes from her book-strewn office to interview an author. She visited Vladimir Nabokov in Switzerland ("warm but very formal-we met at meals"); Saul Bellow in Chicago ("difficult, a very private man who doesn't like to talk about himself"); Mary McCarthy in Paris ("vibrant and intuitive, she doesn't come on as a bluestocking"). Duffy finds that "most serious writers are self-conscious and reticent. They aren't used to being interviewed, and they're wary." Authors of lesser stature are more talkative. Erich Segal (Love Story) met Duffy...
...when, taken by surprise, he had agreed to come to Cambridge to talk about Rabbit Redux, and whatever else struck him to speak of. It was one week after he'd been hailed by The Times as one of the great contemporary American authors...right up there with Roth. Bellow, Malamud and Mailer. (No longer would he be the fall goy for all of New York's literary establishment...
...Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange arrives on the scene, and the whole sticky business increases fourfold. Angry viewers write angry letters to bemused editors. Critics swoon in admiration or bellow in rage. Admittedly, A Clockwork Orange is at times a black and raw film; it has pushed violence about as far as is imaginable. But this still can't explain the sheer depth of resentment it has provoked...
...when, taken by surprise, he had agreed to come to Cambridge to talk about Rabbit Redux, and whatever else struck him to speak of. It was one week after he'd been hailed by the Times as one of the great contemporary American authors...right up there with Roth, Bellow, Malamud and Mailer. (No longer would he be the fall goy for all of New York's literary establishment...