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Rome's Indexers gradually found it impossible to keep pace with the modern world's publication explosion, and recent condemnations seem rather arbitrary. In 1948, the works of Jean-Paul Sartre were condemned for their existential atheism, and in 1952 those of Andre Gide for immorality. Oddly enough, neither Karl Marx nor Henry Miller have ever been Indexed, although their writings were presumably forbidden for Catholics under a provision of canon law that automatically condemns Communist or pornographic books. Last reprinted in 1948, the Index has not had a new entry since 1961, when Rome banned a life...
...Andre Gide, L'lmmoraliste, Si le Grain ne Meurt...
...André Gide pointed out long ago from personal experience, there are several varieties of homosexuals that the heterosexual world lumps together but that "feel an irrepressible loathing for one another." Today in the U.S., there are "mixed" bars where all homosexuals, male and female, are persona grata; "cuff-linky" bars that cater to the college and junior-executive type; "swish" bars for the effeminates and "hair fairies" with their careful coiffures; "TV" bars, which cater not to television fans but to transvestites; "leather" bars for the tough-guy types with their fondness for chains and belts; San Francisco...
...spirit that's real," averred World Citizen Garry, Davis, 44, two years after he gave up his U.S. passport in 1948 to found his cult of statelessness and world unity. Now, long after the crusades in which he enlisted Albert Camus and André Gide into Les Compagnons de Garry Davis, issued Jawaharlal Nehru one of his "world passports" and transformed himself temporarily from a freak into something of a world figure, Davis is living in Strasbourg, France. The son of U.S. Society Bandleader Meyer Davis, he is still nobody's citizen, but he has a wife...
...some there are who wander the world looking for what is like unto themselves," old André Gide once mused. "But there are others, and I am one of these, who seek above all strangeness in things." Poet Elizabeth Bishop is another one of these. For more than 30 years, she has wandered the five continents in search of the intractable, in search of a beauty unbefriending and the poetry of the passing strange. Travel is her profession, and her art is the art of snapshot. Her poems are bright slides that commemorate in gloating color and big-pored detail...