Word: crab
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Junk Food, as he is known to awestruck lesser feeders, is renowned for his courageous researches into such regional American delicacies as barbecued chicken wings and Philadelphia cheese steaks. Here he is on a less eupeptic journey. We may assume that Calvin Trillin occasionally takes on a plateful of crab cakes or refried beans, but only as fuel. As his title indicates, this time Topic A is violent death...
...daringly "literary" dialogue and fashions a full portrait of Gowan, who was a supporting character in the novel. But Reuben's prize jackanapes is Tom Conti. This delightful English actor (TV's The Norman Conquests) uses all his honed tools-the dimples, the fluty voice, the hermit-crab walk, the little-boy eyes-to steal every scene just by being in it. Petty and poetic, desperate and delightful, Conti's Gowan is the funniest portrayal of a down-on-his-art genius since Alec Guinness's Gulley Jimson in The Horse's Mouth...
...Shark," the rented Chevy convertible in his account of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but a rented fire-red mini Moke, an open-sided vehicle that honeymooners use on Caribbean beach tours. He also has a press pass, plenty of Dunhills and unlimited credit at the Red Crab. Just like the old days, only now his faithful companion is not a 300-lb. Samoan attorney, it is V.S. Naipaul...
...Staying at a nearby hotel is a CIA man who lives like a bat, eating beans and canned Dinty Moore stew and going out only at night. Then there is Morgan, the inmate at the bombed-out mental hospital, who turned up one evening playing piano at the Red Crab. Because of his light complexion, he was taken for a Cuban and carted off to Point Salines, where he cheerfully told tall tales to the interrogators. "There's like some supernatural thing happening here," Thompson says. "Can you imagine being an aging Negro in the insane asylum...
...they say in the French Quarter of New Orleans, where this third chapter in Pryor's scarifyingly frank autobiography was shot. The man is still baaad as ever, effortlessly libeling ex-wives (make that all women), Ronald Reagan (make that most white folks) and a tiny racing crab that managed to scamper onstage. But after replaying his heart attack in Live in Concert (1979) and building a hilarious routine out of his near fatal experiment free-basing heroin in Live on the Sunset Strip (1982), Pryor is here to tell you he has been off alcohol and hard drugs...