Word: loebs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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These shifts account for much that is fascinating in Author Loeb's memoirs. They also help to explain the seemingly endless appeal of the '20s. The Lost Generation had one abiding faith-that something would happen in the next 20 minutes that would utterly change one's life. From this great expectation sprang the wild parties, the free verse and the freer love. In the spirit of the '20s. changing partners meant changing patterns...
...Papa of Dada. Harold Loeb changed more patterns than most. His father was a Wall Street broker, his mother a Guggenheim. Like his cousin Peggy Guggenheim, Harold found the climate of wealth intellectually suffocating, the security guilt-edged. After working in a construction gang in Alberta and tending a bookstore, Harold found himself, in 1921, by founding Broom. Names famed and forgotten spill from Author Loeb's pages like unstuck pictures from a family album. There was Ezra Pound, "dressed like one of Trilby's companions" in "black velvet jacket and fawn-colored pants"; James Joyce, dour...
Enter Brett Ashley. Chances are that Harold Loeb would never have been a character in a Hemingway novel if Duff Twitchell had not riveted his eye in the mirror of the Select Cafe in Paris and said, in her low, exciting voice, "It is the only miracle"-meaning love. Duff took love and drink in immoderation. Depending on the flow of checks from England, she and her upper-Bohemian lover, Pat Swazey, lived on champagne or birdseed. Duff called strangers "darling" and friends "good chaps," had a title by marriage, and as anyone may guess, was the model for Hemingway...
...fiesta in Pamplona the tensions boiled over. Pat and Duff were back together, but the lovesick Harold could not quite believe that the great affair had ended. He irritated Hemingway by finding the bullfights less than rapturous, indeed "shameful" (Loeb momentarily rode a young bull's head, broncobuster fashion, in the amateur frolic). On the last night of the festival, they stepped into an alley to slug it out. "I don't want to hit you," said Harold. "Me either," said Hemingway. The hairy-chested novelist saved his punch for The Sun Also Rises...
...Gatsby Syndrome. There is no counterpunching in The Way It Was, except for the implications of the title itself. Loeb, 67, has fashioned an independent career for himself as an economist, but in the '20s, his personal position was that of a man caught between two worlds. He had turned his back on the world of money, but had just enough left to be treated as an easy mark by many writers and artists. As a writer he had just enough talent to wonder if he had enough...