Word: californiaisms
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...based comedian, Jerry Webster (Jerry Van Dyke), suddenly learns that he has custody-and all that entails-of his eight-year-old son, Sandy (Teddy Quinn). In the opener, Jerry's delight is tempered by the court's stipulation that he must raise the boy on a California farm, 300 miles from Las Vegas...
...Prayer. Born in Fort Dodge, Iowa, Sister Corita began teaching at Immaculate Heart in 1946, later received a master's in art history from the University of Southern California. Over the years, her style has progressed from representational to fullblown pop. If her technique is secular, so in many ways is her outlook. "I don't find a great difference between what's religious and not religious," she says. "As a Christian, if you believe God became man, you figure that he meant it seriously, and all we have of this world is very good. If Christ...
...Born Losers are a bunch of lorn boozers, motorcyclists who get their kicks by staging rape-ins and terrorizing towns. Even the police are afraid to touch the little-read riding hoods who swagger around California wearing swastikas and blaring "man," "cool" and "baby" in between crimes. As is only proper in a low-grade western, vigilante justice finally prevails when a rodeo-riding half-breed (Tom Laughlin) hunts them down and makes them cry into their beards...
This time the setting is California, and those who retain some literary standards in today's bull market will note the marked inferiority of the local products to Genet's gothic...
Jean Genet, as a dedicated pervert, might write lyrically of this shameful ?lace, but not so First Novelist Floyd Salas, 25, who spent time in similar institutions before winning a boxing scholarship at the University of California, later a master's degree in English at San Francisco State College. More realistically than Genet, Salas looks back in anger. Unhappily, the anger and obscenity get the better of his prose. On every page, hyperbole and hypertension batter good sense to a pulp magazine...