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Totems of Status. The book's hero, Ethan Allen Hawley, is a decent sort who loves his wife, has two teen-aged children and seems affably adjusted to failure. He clerks in a grocery store that he once owned for a Sicilian-born boss named Marullo. However, Ethan is haunted by totems of past status. The sleepy Long Island port of New Baytown in which he lives was once virtually the fief of his whaling-captain forebears. He carries one such captain's narwhal stick and lives in his great-grandfather's white shiplap house with...
Almost black-magically, Ethan's luck and character (but not his dialogue) do begin to change. He discovers that his boss Marullo entered the U.S. illegally, and he tips off the immigration authorities. The unsuspecting Marullo, who admires Ethan for his loyalty, gives him the store before he is deported. Author Steinbeck has other heavy ironies to put in the moral fire, and at book's end, Ethan owns the world of New Baytown but he has, of course, lost his own soul. How does he learn that? He discovers that his son has cribbed from the speeches...
Last week, in the white glare of an 18-foot ring, Berlenbach and Slattery touched gloves and began to weave about each other, glaring. Since the spring evening upon which they had simultaneously established their reputations, Berlenbach had been disqualified for stalling in a bout against Tony Marullo (TIME, July 27), and Slattery been knocked unconscious by a blow from the fist of David Shade, welterweight (TIME, July 13). The stalling, many thought was quite to be expected from a onetime taxidriver; the knockout was a regrettable accident. Nevertheless, as the two squared off, not a few, who had learned...
...Newark, N. J., hooted and jeered. Ringside humorists expressed the idea that they had come to see a boxing match, not a pillow fight between a couple of roommates. In the center of the ring Paul Berlenbach, cloudy-faced Light Heavyweight Champion, stood with his huge arms around Tony Marullo, New Orleans fondler. Now and then they stepped apart, dealt each other coy fillips. The referee warned the fighters against petting. They did not heed. Customers' catcalls grew louder. At length the referee ended the disgraceful scene, ordered both from the ring...
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