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...those days there were sub-deb parties at the Waldorf, and tea-dancing at the Plaza,? Gloria Vanderbilt writes in a memoir excerpted in the current issue of Vanity Fair; ?it was Glenn Miller and ?Moonlight Serenade.? That was New York just before World War II.? Phyllis was a pert part of that era of money and moonlight...
...were Oona O?Neill (Eugene?s daughter, later Charlie Chaplin?s wife), Carol Marcus (who later married William Saroyan, twice, and Walter Matthau) and little Gloria (whose gallery show opening Phyllis took us to about ten years ago). In 1986 Carol?s son Aram Saroyan published a history-memoir of Gloria, Oona and Carol called ?Trio.? Since Phyllis was an intimate member of the circle, I figure the book should have been called ?Quartet...
...left-wing conspiracy? According to an unauthorized translation of BILL CLINTON'S memoir, My Life, now on sale in China, the former President turned to Chinese sages for guidance at critical moments in his life. As a student, the pirated book says, Clinton so admired MAO ZEDONG that he applied for a visa to visit China. While Governor, Clinton relied on the economic theories of Deng Xiaoping to "give Arkansas a chance to catch up" to the rest of the U.S. Chinese readers may not realize the translation is not exactly faithful. Or they may be buying the phony book...
...account of his formative years while he still could. Booth finished just before dying in February. He was buried in his favorite cowboy boots - he had developed a fondness for the American southwest. Don't look for anything morose here. Gweilo is sometimes a bit novelistic for a memoir, but it is alive with delight in the new. The boy's golden hair is considered good luck by the Chinese, who cannot resist touching it. "I was a walking talking talisman," he writes. This, plus his status as a gweilo ("white devil," or foreigner), allows him to walk undeterred into...
...Kong in 1952, his parents took him to lunch at the British naval base where his father was about to start work. There the 7-year-old was confronted with a frightening plateful of leggy crustaceans unknown back in England. As he recounts in Gweilo (Doubleday; 342 pages), a memoir of his first three years in the former crown colony, a kindly naval officer briefed him on local customs: "Whenever someone offers you something to eat, accept it. That's being polite." Booth followed the advice, inhaling more exotic food, culture and adventure in those three years than most people...