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...early scenes, the camera roots like an indifferent hog through a heap of white trash in the Deep South. In a rotting mansion on the Mississippi flats, in an upstairs room filled with dolls and hobbyhorses and empty Coke bottles, a ripe-bodied young woman lies curled in a wrought-iron crib and sucks her thumb as she sleeps. This is Baby Doll Carson McCorkle ¶Carroll Baker), who "had a great deal of trouble with long division . . . and never got past the fourth grade." In the next room a balding, slack-jowled, middle-aged man, still dressed in frowsty...
...blend inextricably into what irreverent teammates have been known to call "the vaudeville act of O'Brien and O'Brien." The show begins with Parry snarling around the track, sinking into what he calls his "competitive trance," beneath which lies the quick temper of a scalded hog. When the spirit moves him, he snatches up the shot in his left hand, licks the fingers of his right hand and rubs the saliva on the back of his neck. This is not superstition. The thin lamination of moisture is meant to keep the shot from clinging an instant...
...same time, a spokesman for the New Haven Humane Society issued a warning to a number of Yale students who had planned to let several greased pigs loose on the Yale Bowl field. The schemers were informed that the first person to let loose a hog would be, in the unfriendly words of the Humane Society spokesman, "pinched...
Writers are passing strange, and those who herd together in writers' colonies are apt to be stranger still. Perhaps the strangest writers' colony on the North American continent is located in rolling corn-hog country on the outskirts of Marshall, Ill. (pop. 2,960) and looks rather like a struggling boys' camp, with two rows of barracks, a central cookhouse-cum-library and a pond swimming pool. Its founder and reigning queen is a bright-eyed, single-minded housemother of the literary arts named Lowney Handy...
...Your Guts Will Ache." Despite his habitual wordiness, Wolfe could catch the feel of a place in a single line. To Elizabeth Nowell, his literary agent and the editor of this volume, he described the Midwest as "fat as a hog and so fertile you felt that if you stuck a fork in the earth the juice would spurt." Brooklyn was a "vast sprawl upon the face of the earth, which no man alive or dead has yet seen in its foul, dismal entirety...