Word: neighborhoods
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Davalos)-a blond youth who likes to sing and cook-fall in love. Eddie's intense, unrealized sexual feeling for the niece drives him to jealous rancors. He taunts the girl that the boy seeks marriage only as a way of gaining citizenship; he tries to make the neighborhood think the boy is a homosexual. Still thwarted, he blabs about the cousins' illegal entry to the immigration officers, and in a final rage draws a knife in a fight that results in his own death...
With suggestions of ancient Greece in Boris Aronson's fine setting, with the neighborhood lawyer (J. Carrol Naish) acting as Greek chorus and talking poetically of the Greek and Sicilian past, A View plainly seeks to evoke the drama's great first home of guilty passion and fatal ignorance. But the play, in all this, only emphasizes how little its peasant psychology and hot Sicilian natures have in common with highborn Greek tragedy. Only now and then does there jut up the fated blundering of life, and the pity of it. Far oftener it seems no Furies...
Illustrating the grim statistics, a man of 23 (name withheld) testified that he had been taunted into taking drugs by neighborhood friends. Soon he was stealing to get the $25 a day that he needed...
...next generation, all tricked out to appear gay and girlish and carefree, but with a terrible threatening solid dullness jutting through, like the gray rocks under the spring grass in Central Park . . . What [Shirley] wants is what a woman should want . . . big diamond engagement ring, house in a good neighborhood, furniture, children, well-made clothes, furs-but she'll never say so. Because in our time those things are supposed to be stuffy and dull . . . She's Lady Brett Ashley,* with witty, devil-may-care whimsey and shocking looseness all over the place. A dismal caricature, you understand...
Though he was later to toss a nostalgic valentine to his Bronx boyhood in his novel, City Boy, little Herman got off to a depressing start. He was the neighborhood fat boy, forever guzzling chocolate milkshakes. In street fights, "I was clobbered." But he had two powerful consolations: the Wouk home life and books. As soon as he learned to read, he would sprawl on the floor for hours with a tattered old dictionary, glorying in big words like anthropomorphism...