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...hiring Harvard graduates. So says my roommate, now lying cooing and gurgling on the floor. No one is hiring Harvard graduates because we're too obnoxious. That may well be. No one is hiring my roommate because she is lying cooing and gurgling on the floor. The candle is grape...

Author: By Carol R. Sternhell, | Title: Nostalgia If It's Cold and Snowy and Miserable Out There, It Must Be Reading Period | 1/18/1971 | See Source »

...candle is grape: a wax grape soda with straw, to be precise, but a candle nonetheless. It was a gift from my sister. My sister is only seventeen and therefore not a Harvard graduate, but nonetheless insane...

Author: By Carol R. Sternhell, | Title: Nostalgia If It's Cold and Snowy and Miserable Out There, It Must Be Reading Period | 1/18/1971 | See Source »

...Wolfe, the atmosphere was redolent of Radical Chic, the social posturing he himself was about to immortalize. Radical Chic, he writes, "invariably favors radicals who seem primitive, exotic, and romantic, such as the grape workers, who are not merely radical and 'of the soil' but also Latin; the Panthers, with their leather pieces, Afros, shades, and shoot-outs; and the Red Indians, who, of course, had always seemed primitive, exotic, and romantic." And yet while supporting her cause, the Radically Chic hostess has also to maintain the proper apartment, the proper address, and, of course, the proper servants. At best...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: Hour of Tom Wolfe Chic-er Than Thou | 12/10/1970 | See Source »

...consider an equally wonderful moment, when Wolfe leaves the Bernsteins' to remind us of a similar party given in Southampton by Andrew Stein to benefit Chavez' grape workers...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: Hour of Tom Wolfe Chic-er Than Thou | 12/10/1970 | See Source »

...pretend they [sic] were a farm worker's wife in the dusty plains of Delano, California, eating baloney sandwiches for breakfast at 3 a. m. before heading out into the fields. . . . So they all stood there in their Pucci dresses, Gucci shoes, Capucci scarves, either imagining they were grape workers' wives or wondering if the goddamned wind would ever stop. The wind had come up off the ocean and it was wrecking everybody's hair. People were standing there with their Hands pressed against their heads as if the place had been struck by a brain-piercing ray from...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: Hour of Tom Wolfe Chic-er Than Thou | 12/10/1970 | See Source »

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