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Never break the spine of a book, John Fist's father once admonished; it's as wrong as killing a helpless animal. So when Sophomore Fist flopped down in his dormitory room at Sheldon College to do a little studying one night, the first thing he did was snap back the cover boards on Kohler's The Mentality of Apes as far as they would go. What the hell-that was the way he felt. All churned up in his guts, but kinda fuzzy and helpless, too. Like a popgun without a cork. As a freshman...
Glorious Wickedness. There is also a faint whiff of post-adolescent Holden Caulfield about John Fist in this ambitious and often amusing novel. Old Pro John Hersey has a deeper purpose than picturing the humiliation of being young, however. Combining the sound reporting skill he employed in A Bell for Adano, and The Wall with the wild imagination he showed in The Marmot Drive and White Lotus, he has tried to explore the collegiate mind, to understand why today's undergraduates are so hard to communicate with, so susceptible to aimlessness, boredom and rebellion...
...these shoved his fist into the face of a Harvard marcher. But Boston police prevented a brawl from breaking out. A little while later an empty beer can was thrown from a roof; it landed near the marchers...
...walked out of a fun-house mirror. His dimensions (5 ft. 8 in., 167 Ibs.) are deceiving. His trunk is too short for his legs; yet he has the arms and hands of a man twice his size. His biceps are as big as a shotputter's, and his fist looks like the business end of a sledge hammer. His fingers, whose tips are cushioned from years of "cleaning the piano's teeth," are spatula-shaped; the all-important little finger is as long as the index finger, which is just a shade shorter than the middle finger. Thus, with...
...Friedan bridles at the suggestion that she is a feminist; she switches her head and pounds her small fist on the table at the idea. "We haven't passed into a new kind of feminism," she corrected the WHRB interviewer impatiently. "Call it peopleism." She is a turnerr of pharases, a master at epigrams, but not a consistent thinker. The chapters of her book have catchy titles: "The Sexual Solipsism of Sigmund Freud," "The Functional Freeze, the Feminine Portest, and Margaret Mead," "The Sexual Sell," and "Housewifery Expands to Fill the Time Available...