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...college, and exemptions for boys like our President, well-connected enough to wrangle a place in the National Guard. It came down, of course, to a class divide. My father, who grew up in Rust Belt northern Ohio, knew boys who died in Vietnam; my mother, who is from Brooklyn, didn’t even know anyone who went. During this war, the exempt are kids who are rich or those ambitious enough to clamber out of their little towns without joining the Army—or who are lucky enough not to hail from those little towns...
DIED. HUBERT SELBY, 75, whose 1964 debut novel Last Exit to Brooklyn was met equally with shock and praise and was made into a 1989 film; of pulmonary disease; in Los Angeles. The book brutally depicted the seedy underbelly of 1950s Brooklyn as a wasteland prowled by gangs, prostitutes and transvestites...
...worked a photocopier for a couple of months at a law firm and saved up a couple grand... [then] I spent six months in Yugoslavia. After coming back I got a job in criminal justice as a sort of social worker in Brooklyn researching the backgrounds of delinquent youths. That was probably how I first got involved in criminal justice...
...DIED. HUBERT SELBY JR., 75, former merchant marine who wrote novels thick with drugs, violence and human failings, including Last Exit to Brooklyn and Requiem for a Dream; in Los Angeles. While working on a freighter at the age of 18, Selby contracted a nearly fatal case of tuberculosis, and during his convalescence he developed a taste for literature and addictions?later kicked?to alcohol and morphine. His 1964 novel Last Exit drew critical praise for its realistic portrayal of doomed prostitutes, dejected transvestites and predatory ex-cons, and was also scorned for its graphic depictions of rape, beatings...
After college, I moved to New York City and, in a way, left America. Many New Yorkers don't have cars; others, like me and my Brooklyn neighbors, don't have driveways to display them in. We don't experience our cars as ourselves. If we did, I would have to confront the sad fact that I am a mouthwash-green 1995 Mercury Tracer. We express ourselves instead through our clothes, shoes and furniture, which is probably why we love Queer Eye for the Straight Guy so much...