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...Durocher might be remembered as the greatest shortstop of his generation (1928-42). He could be celebrated as the manager who was to baseball what Humphrey Bogart was to movies. His wild four-decade career was marked by fights with bleacherites, tantrums with umpires and owners, marital misadventures and a one-season suspension for consorting with known gamblers. Yet if Leo the Lip is to be recalled by future generations, it may be for his signal contribution to literature. There he sits in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, sandwiched between John Betjeman and W.H. Auden: "Nice guys finish last...
...Sleep [1946]. Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Southern California, Philip Marlowe, Raymond Chandler. Good but very confusing. Ch. 56, 6:30 p.m. B/W, 2 hours...
...Humphrey Bogart (Little, Brown; $12.50) is Nathaniel Benchley's "attempt to bring life to what is rapidly becoming a legend. The literal-minded," warns the author, "will complain that the quotes in this book cannot be accurate, and this is probably true." The problem is not one of accuracy but of familiarity. Benchley's frail chronicle offers the standard stories of Hollywood's old rebel, who pursued independence the way Sam Spade sought the Maltese falcon. Defining the difference between himself and most everybody else, Bogart used to claim that the world was about two drinks behind...
...Conductor Leonard Bernstein. Baryshnikov has plunged eagerly into an investigation of American culture. He spends his spare time at plays, operas and especially movies. He is a considerable student of television, whether afternoon cartoons or old movies on the late show (he has worked up imitations of Humphrey Bogart's "Hello, sweetheart" and any number of commercial pitchmen). In a more Russian vein, he has begun reading Alexander Solzhenitsyn, whose books fill him with "pain and awe," according to Mrs. Saunder...
...Bunny amalgam is really very good, and though the tone of the tons is shrill and annoying, the wit of this set of Warner Brothers shorts, and the consciousness-forming remembrance that goes with them, is worth checking out. The Hitler and Stalin ones are missing, but the great Bogart-Bacall spoofs are here. (I remember seeing the shadow-faced smoking tough guy on a Saturday morning long ago, and feeling what an intense character it was without knowing this was Bogie: any Bogart mania now owes a lot to that early Resh, I think. And it's a trip...