Word: nero
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...when the mystery novel is designed more for the economy-class airline traveler than for the home armchair reader, Rex Stout's way has not changed. After 31 years, Nero Wolfe is still 286 Ibs. large, still guzzles at least a dozen beers and tends his orchids for precisely four hours daily, still abhors leaving his Manhattan house on business, and never goes near a sports car or chases a blonde. While thus ignoring Bondomania and its sibling rivals, Stout and Wolfe are doing just fine. If The Doorbell Rang holds true to recent form, it will sell...
...heaves up hairily out of millennial memory once every year and incites all Agrigento to resume the prehistoric and obscene religion of carnival. As carnival impends, an imminence like electricity waits in the air, an itching in the mind invites convulsion. Convulsion begins: a Bacchic ecstasy of vino nero, roaring scooters, rock 'n' roll. Howard, a tidy Nordic, draws back in distaste. Sarah, a subliminal Mediterranean, is drawn toward delirium. One morning, imagining her intentions innocent, she lets a young bull of a Sicilian kiss...
...Nero Over Me." Born in 1903 near Chillicothe, Ohio, Beatty raised rabbits, guinea pigs and skunks as a boy, at 15 responded to the lure of the circus by signing up as a $3-a-week helper. His goal was to be an acrobat, until he twisted an ankle, got a chance to fill in on a polar bear act ("a bear will bite you ten times to a big cat's one"), and began his career as an animal trainer...
...hyenas. Then he became the first man ever to mix lions and tigers of both sexes, eventually performing with more than 40 in the cage at the same time. It was a threatening, unstable mixture, and often it exploded. To hear Beatty tell about it was spine-tingling. "Nero [a black-maned lion] stood over me, ready to sink his teeth in my face. Desperate, I planted the palm of my right hand against his nose and shoved with all my might. Suddenly I felt my hand slip into his mouth up to the wrist. I yanked frantically...
...Roman philosopher Seneca came to a sad end. Spurred by patriotism, he came out of exile to tutor Emperor Claudius' unstable stepson Nero and was rewarded for his pains several years later when his onetime student ordered him to commit suicide. At least Nero recognized greatness; ordinary mortals died by torture when a shadow crossed the Emperor's demented brain. In this threadbare, novelistic pastiche, Vincent Sheean treats Seneca far worse. Though the historical Seneca was second only to Cicero as an exponent of Stoicism, Sheean's Seneca has only windy self-pity and a maundering facility...