Word: marijuana
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...work of Leslie A. Fiedler, B.A., M.A., Ph.D., novelist, critic, teacher, advocate of legalizing marijuana and friendly enemy of mass culture, can be as provocative for the inhibited intellectual as the newest Swedish marriage manual would be for uneasy newlyweds. In his latest venture into "literary anthropology," Fiedler has sought out and identified the spiritual heir of the classic frontiersman, that New World breed who was an Indian at heart. The heir is none other than today's hippie, painting his own sunsets on psychedelic clouds...
...efforts to achieve salvation through political ideology and art, and concluded that the U.S. had begun to shift from a whisky culture to a dope culture. In 1964 this was not prophetic vision but alert reporting. He took an extra step, however, by describing the spread of marijuana, peyote and the synthetic mind benders as "the red man's revenge." The Return of the Vanishing American, an examination of the development of the American western novel, is an elaboration on this last point...
...MARIJUANA movie, then. In olden, non-pop times it might have been called Romance, an exploration into that cold, diamond land between reality and fantasy. For the Romancer it's a terrifying land, more real than real, full of wind-smooth souls and forces which nudge us through life. "Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen," wrote Nathaniel Hawthorne. Or, to quote Hunter's epigraph for Desire: "In the vocabulary of the sub-conscious there is a word for every shape and sound that goes unnoticed in passing time. Though...
...still--of Samantha's fragile face penetrates to the madonna calm and compassion she possesses. The epiphany is not just the result of Maeve Kinkead's fine acting. Hunter takes the time to look, really look--and we see. When Anastasia washes body paint off her legs, the marijuana camera stops time to absorb the beauty of this motion still-life, the colors of paint and flesh, the dissolution of the paint in water, her wonderfully slow movements to the drawn-out Streetchoir music and lyrics...
...turns to him with a slight smile. (She acts so well, that girl, always with nuance, the slightest gestures. In that smile there is scorn and sympathy and indifference.) Embarrassed, Twelvetrees slaps her, an act usually good for some kind of effect. But we are looking through a marijuana camera. Anastasia's face snaps around, fixes directly on the lens, holding the camera--as if to say, wait, think before you react to this scene, in my world all these quick moves are phony. The camera waits. In the background Twelvetrees' angry face sags, crumbles, dribbles into blankness. His hand...