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...sage of Baltimore, H.L. Mencken, held monogamy to be comfortable, laudable and sanitary. This is the sort of no-frills domesticity that would appeal to Macon Leary, also from "Bawl-mer" and the main attraction of Anne Tyler's tenth novel. After his wife leaves him, Leary reduces homemaking to an antic science. A percolator and an electric corn popper hooked up to a clock radio allow him to wake up to brewed coffee and popped corn. Bed making is eliminated by stitching a sleeping bag from a sheet. To save time and kilowatts, the laundry is thrown into...
Readers of Anne Tyler novels have come to expect eccentric homebodies (Morgan Gower of Morgan's Passing, Ezra Tull of Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant), but none combined oddities as well as Macon Leary. His occupation, for example, is matchless. Would you believe a travel writer for people who hate to travel? His guidebooks, published under the general heading "The Accidental Tourist," answer such questions as "What restaurants in Tokyo offered Sweet'n'Low? Did Amsterdam have a McDonald's? Did Mexico City have a Taco Bell? Did any place in Rome serve Chef Boyardee ravioli?" Like his unadventurous readers...
Part spiritual and part sexual, that exclamation is about as neat as the package gets: a tidy summation of the worldly power as well as the almost religious delirium of good old rock 'n' roll. The phrase was popularized by Mr. Richard Penniman of Macon, Ga., who used it both as a song title and as a kind of revival call-and-response as he rocked, in concert, with the forces of Satan. Mr. Penniman, known to a wondering world as Little Richard, let blast with rock of such demented power, performed from the 1950s through...
...subtitle as "the Quasar of Rock," should further amplification be required) chronicles, in no uncertain terms and in effulgent detail, both bouts with Satan and business with the Lord. The book (Harmony; $15.95) is the woolliest, funniest, funkiest rock memoir ever. It rambles from Richard's childhood in Macon to his current calling as a preacher for the Universal Remnant Church of God in California, with plenty of rest stops along the way, so that even the casual reader may catch a whiff of brimstone before, in the sermon that ends the book, great tongues of heavenly fire finally...
...refrain from Tutti Frutti (for the record, that's "Awop-Bop-a-Loo-Mop/ Alop-Bam-Boom"), the reader, reeling, will have plunged through Richard's accounts of childhood pranks (he defecated in a box and presented the result, gift wrapped, to old Miz Ola down on Macon's Monroe Street) and sexual initiation, which seems to have taken place about the time he learned to tie his shoes. There was Ruth May Sutton, who "used to be there in the school grounds at night, and the guys would run trains on her-six, seven, ten boys...