Word: mailers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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SIMON'S AUDIENCE that Thursday afternoon was the most genteel I'd ever seen at the Lowell Lecture Hall (where only six days previously Mr. Mailer had regaled a rowdy bunch with pungent braggadocio). Strike activities and riot scares had daunted all but the most dyed-in-the-silk aesthetes amongst undergrads. Professors and their wives dominated the thirty present, along with scattered unafilliated ladies. But Smiles of the Summer Night--Simon's subject for the day--is the most polite of Bergman's films...
...game of satirical poker played with "Politicards." The idea was concocted by a Los Angeles copywriter-artist team, Lee Livingston and Peter Green, who turned a standard deck into a riffle of 54 political caricatures (including the two obvious jokers, William F. Buckley Jr. and Norman Mailer). All the black cards are Republicans, the reds Democrats. Deuce of spades is Little David Eisenhower in a sailor suit, clutching a toy boat. Tricia Nixon Cox, the four of spades, is a Playboy Bunny. Eugene McCarthy, the three of hearts, is Hamlet meditating upon a skull. A constabulary George Wallace is rated...
...creation cum Laung of an unreal universe in response to an insane environment. In a penetrating investigation of changing criterion of artistic excellence. Park perceptively notes that ordinary craftsmen have forsaken objective standards of proficiency, "in the face of the bewildering criterion of genius"--very directly echoed by Norman Mailer's recent suggestion that the problem with this country is that everyone fancies himself a genius of one form or another...
...Signet Society is an organization of Harvard people with an interest in literature and the arts, many of them affiliated with undergraduate publications and the Loeb. Past members include Robert Frost '01, T.S. Eliot '10, Norman Mailer '43 and John H. Updike...
Earlier in the evening, Mr. Mailer had told his audience "Left-conservatism's my position. Arose the mob to their folly and the oppressed to their genies." He had also asked all the women of the audience who thought him a pig to raise their hands, and had told the near-unanimous respondents. "You've been raped by the intellectual pigs of the Ladies' Left." We heard no one at the reception engage him in serious political argument. But one wise student asked him whether he had really enjoyed his return to Harvard...