Word: fakes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Black Nationalists, too, are split every which way. Spiritual heirs of that flamboyant fake Marcus Garvey, the Jamaican Negro who paraded through Harlem under a banner with a black star in the 1920s calling for a return to Africa, scores of outfits exist. There are Elijah Muhammad's Black Muslims and Malcolm X's offshoot Organization of Afro-American Unity, the Ethiopia Coptic Orthodox Mission and the House of Common Sense and Home of Proper Propaganda, which displays a sign advertising the book The God Damn White Man. All told, they probably have no more than...
...FAKE DADAIST ROBERT RAUSCHENBERG CROWNED IN TITIAN'S HOMELAND. Le Figaro held its nose at THE GREAT POP ART MANEUVER; AN ATMOSPHERE OF THE APOCALYPSE...
Jean Harlow, first sex goddess of the talkies, had a life that epitomized Thomas Hobbes's phrase for the life of the "natural" man: poor, nasty, brutish and short. Her mother was domineering and obsessed with sex; her stepfather was a sponging promoter of fake gold mines. Jean's second husband, Producer Paul Bern, shot himself two months after the wedding. She could not act, but her platinum hair, husky voice, and refusal to wear a brassiere were enough to gross millions at the box office for Howard Hughes and Louis B. Mayer. She died...
Advertised as "a James Bond tour of the world's 14 most sinful cities," this book is, instead, possibly the year's most flagrant fake. Five years ago, the London Sunday Times asked Author Fleming to take a round-the-world tour to write some local-color travel pieces for the titillation of its family audience. Fleming did; the aging essays reprinted here are the result. About the closest Fleming got to sin was a $2 taxi dance in Macao and a $100 bet in Las Vegas. Most of the time he hardly troubles to conceal his boredom...
...shoulders with stewbums in cowboy boots and pale-faced hoods with patent-leather hair. At the Hippodrom, on a lurid avenue appropriately named Grosse Freiheit, bored horses trot in a circle as equally bored equestriennes strip while balancing on their backs. Along the Raper, a tourist can shoot a fake duck, get a tattoo, watch an "intimate" movie in Technicolor, or cheer a brace of Amazons clad only in black panties as they wrestle...