Word: bohemianism
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Pascal was indignant. In his 16 years as a waiter at the Café de Flore, in Paris' bohemian Latin Quarter, Pascal had heard more crackpot talk about art, letters and life than a hundred ordinary men hear in a lifetime. For Pascal, most of it went in one ear and out the other. But he remembered that last year there was a haze of glory around the Café de Flore, when Existentialism was in its first febrile flower. Jean-Paul Sartre, the wall-eyed little founder of Existentialism, and his disciples jabbered nightly at the Flore. Admiring...
...some way which Pascal could not quite fathom, the bohemian tradition was being betrayed. It was a tradition epitomized, in the Left Bank's 19th Century heyday, by Author Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, who used to lead a live lobster around on a leash. "He does not bark," Barbey solemnly explained, "and he has the wisdom...
...modern, stylishly bohemian society in which it is set, this naughty old story (from Louis Verneuil's moth-eaten play, Jealousy, recently revived on Broadway as Obsession) seems doubly ridiculous. It is impossible to believe that 1) Bette would try to conceal her past, or 2) Henreid could be deceived for a minute...
Claudio Arrau (rhymes with allow), who does such things with authoritative aplomb, is a trim, dapper 43-year-old who looks like a fugitive from a Man of Distinction ad. He likes to wear maroon ties with matching handkerchief jutting out of his coat pocket. Along with Bohemian-born Rudolf Serkin, he is in the middle generation of top pianists, a step below such artistic and box office champions as Vladimir Horowitz, Artur Schnabel and Artur Rubinstein, and a step above such youngsters as Eugene List, William Kapell and Eugene Istomin. He is one of the most tireless of them...
...popular events of his decade-the Tunney-Dempsey fight, the Snyder-Gray murder. He joins in the terrible moaning of the crowd in Union Square when Sacco and Vanzetti are electrocuted. When, to his own disgust, he becomes a crack advertising salesman, he moves to what he feels are Bohemian quarters in Greenwich Village. As his income rises, his output of fiction drops proportionately...