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...Krishna!" The Santa didn't hesitate to identify the Santa and asked him for a buck for "a cup of ruffled under his bright new Santa suit and clean himself as a member of ISKCON and even invited coffee." The Krishna Claus looked self-consciously nylon beard. "Do you believe in Christmas--Christ the questioner to a "vegetarian feast." Krishna at the bills in his bucket. "How about some candy?" and all that?" a reporter asked. "Sure I do," the Claus stopped to fish a "Back to Godhead" he offered. "Sure," the man said thickly, "can I Krishna replied...
...Rosalinda's Eyes," in contrast, is probably the album's most interesting musical conglomeration. Tying together a bouncy Latin percussion section with a smooth nylon string guitar part and an innovative soprano recorder solo, Joel cooks up a tonal recipe that would delight even the gourmet. But the song of the "crazy Latin" never fulfills the mood, wandering off into ineffective rhyme. With a cute Fender Rhodes carrying the tune, there are reminders of "James," but none of its lyric depth...
...exiles from the Bay of Pigs than McGuane. A drug bust is "too Cuban for words." Pomeroy's dog "kills a lizard; then, overcome with remorse, tips over in the palm shadows for a troubled snooze." The violence is lovingly plotted, coldly calculated, but respected. Councilman Peavey sends Nylon Pindar the thug to straighten Chet...
...that runs annoyingly flat. Tom McGuane jumped the stakes on himself; the epigram that begins the book is "The best epitaph a man can gain is to have accomplished daring deeds of valor against the enmity of fiends during his lifetime." Worthy sentiments, but that hardly makes the comic Nylon Pindar a fiend. More a shitsucker, in Chet's phrase, more Runyonesque. The Caribbean syndicalist novel is not an art form of the future; after all, Hero's engine never really ran anything; it just went around in circles...
Suddenly I lost it. I was surrounded by nylon legs and espadrilles and black ties--I had overdosed on polyester. In a fit of addled desperation I sought out the solace of the Boston Red Sox vs. the California Angels on the press room television with the refreshing company of a bored security guard named Mary Beth from Quincy...