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...stories. His father, whose holdings include the paper, does not approve: "The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker -- you're very tight with that whole bunch of deadbeats now, aren't you?" Sometimes Jack is a Hollywood scriptwriter, and the bunch is livelier: Producer Marty Magnin, "reeking of Pinaud Lime Sec cologne . . . his shirt open four buttons down . . . beads of sweat around the plugs of his hair transplant"; Las Vegas Club Performer Buddy Seville, formerly Buddy Singapore and before that, Sandy Cairo; a collection of film folk and pool lizards for whom sex is merely foreplay for gossip...
...some t'ings dey shouldna got but we like dem quand-meme: like Corona beer ($2.50) . . . Ooo-wee! You squeeze dat lime and glug-glug-glug! You ain't tasted nothin' better! Rien!. . . and Hurricanes ($2.95). . . Cay-john as Chop Suey, but dey just like dem ones at Pat O'Brien's in dey Vieux Carre, and you drink two o'those, you say, "Doucement!," start feelin' like a nutria gettin' whomped on dey head! And I tell you what - C'est vrai, babe! - Dey teach dat Scorpion Bowl how to sting! Put one o' dem in your shoe...
Duvernay also does a fine job with Holly. He is resplendent in lemon, lime and orange costumes and tells the audience "they're special" in drawl that just reeks of late-night T.V. evangelist Ernest Angely...
...loyal readers who suspect the Sterns of going straight, a few pie-in- the-face recipes are thrown in, including seafoam lime Jell-O mold with marshmallows and Mary Bobo's carrot casserole, a concoction made with Ritz crackers and melted cheese. It should be noted that the Sterns and Fussell give quite different recipes for New Orleans red beans and rice, yet both are credited to Buster Holmes, operator of the famous French Quarter greasy spoon. Quite possibly the old master cook never makes that dish the same way twice, which is why there probably cannot...
ALLEN GINSBERG sat down in Tommy's Lunch last Friday afternoon and ordered a raspberry-lime rickey. The foremost living American poet, in town to plug his new volume of poems, White Shroud, carried the several books and notebooks he carts from one poetry reading to the next. For a self-styled "post-beat modernist," he looked remarkably conservative: blue blazer, candy-striped shirt, and rep tie. The only hint of nonconformity was a small dried flower under glass which he wore as a lapel...