Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...taught at Milan's Brera Academy ("You can't teach art, only techniques"), now works in a whitewashed, high-ceilinged studio on the city's outskirts, specializes in the figures of dancers (see overleaf). He is also at work on bronze bas-reliefs for the "Door of Death" (opened only for funerals) in St. Peter's in Rome. While modern sculpture continues on its merry road to abstraction, Giacomo Manzù keeps to the realistic tradition. "I am a modernist," he says, "but I do not deny the past...
...chunk of Beat Generation Novelist Jack Kerouac's On the Road, printed the first short stories of Playwright James (Blue Denim) Herlihy and Mac (No Time for Sergeants) Hyman. Their office was a back room in the office of a Paris publisher, who locked the front door after 6:30 p.m., forcing Review's editors and visiting writers to depart by dropping six feet from a side window into a stone courtyard below. Unlike its austerely printed rivals, Review early decided to print drawings and illustrate its stories, enlisted as art editor William Pène du Bois...
...expected of "pure" literature, promoted Paris Review as if it were Paris Confidential. Reviewmen dashed about Paris after dark armed with gluepot and brush, illegally plastered posters on handy walls (one ended up on the lavatory ceiling of the Café du Dôme); others peddled subscriptions from door to door. One early salesman: England's waspish young man Colin (The Outsider) Wilson, who absentmindedly went off with a week's collections. Circulation reached the impressive figure (among the literary magazine set) of 7,000. But Review still lost money. In the summer of 1956 an unlikely...
Grant never quite gets around to it, but his creator and prototype, Novelist Willard Motley, regrettably has. In his first, bestselling novel, Knock On Any Door (1947), Motley set out to demonstrate that the path from tenement to electric chair is paved with society's inattentions. The logic was sometimes shaky, but Motley's hoarse bellow of rage was convincing enough to make the indictment stick. In the current novel, his third, Motley stacks his evidence even higher, but he protests too much, and the bellow of rage has cracked to a querulous whimper...
...story chiefly concerns the bastard son of Nick Romano, the young Chicago gangster who walked to the chair in Knock On Any Door. Like his father, young Nick grows up on North Clark Street, home of the hustler, the "hard-eyed, the con-man, the pimp." Escape comes in the form of "The Man what brings the heat." Most everybody is on the weed. Nick watches his own mother get hooked and degenerate into a slavering junkie who pads down with anybody who will give her the money for her morning fix. Inevitably, Nick starts to torch up himself...