Word: gras
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...average American, liver is for wurst. But to 47.6 million Frenchmen, le foie - when it is not gras - is the precious, pesky organ that regulates their lives. When a Frenchman exclaims, "Mon foie!", his cry from the gland wins instant sympathy, even in a Place de la Concorde traffic jam. Depending on whether it is swollen, too hard, too tender, congested, enrheumed or, as the French say, "intoxicated" from a surfeit of rich food, the liver is blamed for virtually every physical malfunction from ingrown toenails to inadequate amatory performance...
...practiced for many years in Paris: "I have never examined a Frenchman who did not believe that he had liver trouble." Undoubtedly, the Frenchman's liver takes a worse beating than any other variety on earth, except that of the geese they force-feed for foie gras. The French foie not only absorbs more and richer food than most other livers; it also has to cope with the world's highest alcoholic intake. One result is that France has the world's highest death rate from cirrhosis of the liver, 31.2 per 100,000 annually...
...swooped together to the ricky-tick tempo of an 18-piece band playing Dixieland. Fireworks sparked near the roof girders, and a family-trade crowd of 4,320 oohed and aahed. This was the finale of the Holiday on Ice show's first night in Indianapolis-a Mardi Gras production number...
...place was founded back in 1949 by Frank N. Cardullo, who noticed that the delicacy counter at his restaurant, the Wursthaus, was doing enough business to justify a major investment. Mr. Cardullo prides him-himself on the variety of his pates de foie gras and the quality of his fresh caviar...
Rechy's hero is a stud hustler who roams this world familiarly in Manhattan's Times Square and Greenwich Village, in Los Angeles' Pershing Square, and in the French Quarter in New Orleans (Mardi gras is Queersville, of course, because queens can wear their highest drag). It is a dreary world where the aberrant have made, and live by, their own conventions. Perhaps the dreariest part of it is not that so much of its business is transacted in the men's rooms of subway stations. It is that the homosexuals Rechy writes about...