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...year is featuring an ermine bathrobe ($6,975), and Manhattan Jeweler Harry Winston has a nice diamond and emerald necklace for $275,000. An Albuquerque blood bank is selling a $5 gift certificate that is good for all the emergency transfusions a family might need in a year. Abercrombie & Fitch has a beer-can launcher ($24.95) for men who like to combine their shooting with their drinking and do not want to bother with clay pigeons; A. Sulka & Co. is selling men's handmade leopardskin gloves lined with beaver ($125). His and Her vicuna lounging robes...
ROBERT E. FITCH Berkeley, Calif...
...Nearly a century ago, Walt Whitman trumpeted: "I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious." The Self as deity pursued power (Faust) and pleasure (Don Juan). It achieved satiety, the rake's progress "from pain to ennui, from lust to disgust," which Fitch finds symbolically typified time and again in Aldous Huxley's heroes. At the end of Point Counter Point, the lovers, Burlap and Beatrice, "pretended to be two little children and had their bath together. And what a romp they had! The bathroom was drenched with their splashings. Of such...
...obsession to be rid of self. "I am emptiness, I am not different from emptiness, neither is emptiness different from me; indeed, emptiness is me," says one of Kerouac's Dharma Bums. The big flirtation between the beatniks and Zen and other forms of Eastern passivism, as Fitch sees it, is a desire to be emptied of self. But it is the self-pitier who truly commands stage center in modern drama, fiction and even life. In a narrow and somewhat unfairly argued attack on Pasternak, Fitch claims that Doctor Zhivago is a kind of beat modern Hamlet...
...Polloi. After a book-length orgy of beating the breast beaters, Author Fitch's one-sentence grace note at the end sounds stark and anticlimactic, albeit traditional: "The chief end of man is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever." No Christian will quibble with that. One may, however, argue heatedly over, or reject totally, the basic assumption that the pop culture-bestsellers, TV shows, advice to the lovelorn columns, cartoons, comic strips, dialogues with taxi drivers-constitutes the best method for judging the drift and destiny of a civilization. No one judges Greece and Rome that...