Word: iconoclastically
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...moment is quintessential Mailer, combining swagger, a touch of menace, self-mockery and high good humor. Such charm in close quarters could overwhelm a roomful of enemies. How could anyone not wish this impish iconoclast happiness, prosperity, long life, enough success to make him happy and enough failure to keep him on his toes? But mellowness? Hold that for a while, spare him and the rest of the world such tedious peace. Says Mailer: "I've never been impressed by mellowing. Usually the people who have mellowed always have just a touch of sadness, because maybe they shouldn...
Rickover, who was forced into retirement last year by the Reagan Administration, earned a reputation as an iconoclast during his 62-year career in the Navy...
...combined role of mystery man and maverick was not one that Chuck Spinney sought, or especially welcomed. Says Defense Analyst Pierre Sprey, whose reform theories have influenced Spinney's thinking: "He is an involuntary iconoclast." Spinney protests that he is no enemy of military spending; he just wants the nation to get value for its dollar. Says he: "My view is that our country has to be strong and that we have to have the military assets to ensure that strength." He adds a bit plaintively: "People have the idea that I'm out to find things wrong...
...better part of this century, Malcolm Muggeridge, 79, the great gadfly of British letters, has unleashed his rapier prose on much that civilized man has too foolishly held dear, including, from time to time, organized religion. Late last month, however, the durable old iconoclast, who had been raised a Methodist, marched his fervent bundle of contradictions down to a tiny white chapel in Hurst Green, Sussex, and with his wife became a member of the Roman Catholic Church. Once a hearty drinker and womanizer, Muggeridge somewhat stunned his readers in 1969 with the admission that he had become a practicing...
...What we have here is not only dripping but gripping stuff, whose essence might be summarized as: Can a 57-year-old Westport, Conn., salad-dressing manufacturer find satisfaction as a hotshot race-car driver, successful political activist, prizewinning movie director, solid-state sex symbol, show-biz iconoclast and possibly the most commanding male presence in films during the past three decades? If that sounds just a touch overheated, never fear. We have Paul Newman to play the lead...