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...Beach, the town that space built. Five years ago, eager tipplers stood four deep at the bar in spots like Ramon's and The Surf during the Friday afternoon happy hours. The drink of the day was a vicious concoction called a "moonshot" (two-thirds 151-proof dark rum and one-third vodka mixed with cream). Now the drinking ranks are older and sparser, and it is difficult to find a bartender who remembers how to mix a moonshot...
Faulkner's life exudes a mysterious aura which the pedestrian and meticulous treatment by Blotner fails to convey. Those cherished myths--the rum runs in the Gulf of Mexico, Sherwood Anderson's promise to get Soldier's Pay published if he did not have to read it--are set straight as if "for the record." Pleasant Sunday picnics come across as only data...
...life. But a more profound peril - at least in one sober, clear-eyed view - lies elsewhere. "In every crisis Americans have turned to drink," declares Mrs. Fred Tooze, president of the still flourishing, 250,000-member National Woman's Christian Temperance Union, the foe of demon rum since 1874. "Liquor dealers admit that since the energy crisis began, the consumption of alcoholic beverages has greatly increased. The need for conserving gasoline may even enhance their 'take,' since people will remain home and drink more...
...clues to what makes Bobby run. Whole libraries could be filled with psychiatric studies of ministers' sons as rips and rakehells, and Bobby belongs among them. The son of a preacher of the Church of Christ, Bobby grew up in a house that was never cursed by demon rum or cards. Four older brothers had him running races, pitching baseballs, jumping fences and swinging from trees, usually against neighborhood boys his age, with a Saturday matinee held out as a reward. Says Riggs: "Everything was a contest, everything was a game, and I never lost that early drive...
...Lovers of the drama are indebted to your invaluable T.E. Kalem for finally concluding that the plays of Samuel Beckett are a "rum show." Would that he could convince producers, other members of his profession, little-theater boards of directors and, especially, the snobs of college drama departments that making the absurd absurd is absurd...