Word: jacks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...range from the facts of financial life to a poet-playwright's latest experiment, from Tin Pan Alley's latest ditty to a nightclub comedian's newest routine. For the new section's first effort, see this week's cover story on TV Showman Jack Paar (LateNight Affair) plus news on a dance group's comeback from disaster (Ballet from the Ashes) and trouble about the female figure (What the Public Wants?). In this and following weeks, the new section is dedicated to the proposition that (as has been said) "Everybody has two businesses...
Lusty Beat-Generation Novelist Jack (On the Road) Kerouac, who writes as if the punctuation keys were filed from his typewriter, let readers of the avant-garde Evergreen Review in on how he does it. His methods for "spontaneous prose": "No periods separating sentence structures already arbitrarily riddled by false colons and timid usually needless commas-but the vigorous space dash separating rhetorical breathing (as jazz musicians drawing breath between outblown phrases). No pause to think of proper word but the infantile pileup of scatological buildup words till satisfaction is gained. If possible write 'without consciousness' in semi...
...current Dulcy is Dody Goodman, a refugee from the Jack Paar TV show, whatever that is. She has one of the most unpleasant and whiny voices I've ever heard on the stage; but that is probably an advantage for this role. Heaven help her if she ever tries to play another type of woman, though! Her best moments are silent ones, all the same, when she keeps rearranging the plants and flowers with an utterly unaesthetic eye, and when she does a ludicrous dance to Chopin's Prelude...
...Review ran in advance a big chunk of Beat Generation Novelist Jack Kerouac's On the Road, printed the first short stories of Playwright James (Blue Denim) Herlihy and Mac (No Time for Sergeants) Hyman. Their office was a back room in the office of a Paris publisher, who locked the front door after 6:30 p.m., forcing Review's editors and visiting writers to depart by dropping six feet from a side window into a stone courtyard below. Unlike its austerely printed rivals, Review early decided to print drawings and illustrate its stories, enlisted as art editor...
...Mailer's mammoth 1948 war novel, will seem a grim, visually gripping film. It is one of Hollywood's more rugged excursions so far into neorealism. The naughty words "hell" and "damn" are sprinkled like matinee popcorn through the script, and enough torsos are dismembered to satisfy Jack the Ripper. But those who read Author Mailer's bestseller will miss its biting honesty and unrelenting conclusion...