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...Turkish coffee, Turkish tobacco--follow the arrow right on in," intoned a turbaned muezzin in discreet gray flannel...
...most actors would give their profiles to experience, a scene that almost any imaginable entertainer would play to the echo. Alec showed up 25 minutes late. The hotel doorman was somewhat upset at the sight of the filthy old tramp with the messy whiskers, paint-smeared jacket, soiled green flannel shirt and cracked shoes, but Guinness was able to establish his identity and the fact that he had just stepped out of a scene in his new picture, a version of Joyce Gary's novel, called Straight from the Horse's Mouth...
...answers to these and sundry other questions are offered in a fictional session of bland man's buff by Sloan Wilson, the man who did more for gray flannel suits than Brooks Brothers. The novel's key setting is Pine Island, Me., a summer retreat and a kind of "perverted Garden of Eden from which one was expelled for the sin of poverty." Among the unexpelled nouveau poor are the Hunters, who eke out their stay as genteel innkeepers. Fortyish Bart Hunter is an existentially minded drunkard whose most cutting insult is to call someone "cheerful." His disillusioned...
...copies make A Summer Place an automatic bestseller. With serialization in McCall's ($100.000) and a Hollywood sale ($500,000 plus 25% of the profits), the book is as good a property as the oil wells Wilson bought with his earnings from The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit. There is a touch of poetic justice about Sloan Wilson's success, for he used to be far more fascinated by business than by the writing game, once dreamed of making his fortune in soybeans. (He was born into a Connecticut literary family, and his financial fancies, he thinks...
...would like most "to describe my own Marquand-type society with Hemingway's power." With his blond, blue-eyed, Ivy League good looks, Wilson leads a quiet life in not quite Marquand-type country (Pound Ridge. N.Y.), has only one major crotchet: he does not own a gray flannel suit ("I won't have one in the house"), although clothiers have offered to outfit him with enough gray flannel suits "to last a lifetime...