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...about 5 ft. 6 in., weighs about 128 Ibs., has brown eyes and chestnut hair. Picked as Miss Rome of 1946, she went on to a bit part in a film and a job modeling clothes, was finally offered the role of the girl who gets attacked by the sadist in Bitter Rice. The salary: $800. "The day after the picture was released," says an Italian moviemaker, "she was worth $8,000,000." She promptly married her producer, had a baby, bulged to a maternal 192 Ibs. Reluctantly reduced, she played a nun in Anna and both Circe and Penelope...
...sociology at Harvard since 1930, has long viewed with distress the moral laxity of the U.S., his adopted country. He is especially concerned with the national preoccupation with sex, as evidenced by the success of Mickey Spillane's detective stories ("calculated to enthrall the most brutal sex sadist") and of Dr. Alfred Kinsey's reports on sexual behavior. As a nation, Sorokin warned this week, the U.S. is in danger of going sex-crazy...
Some critics who like their guitars complete questioned the truncated treatment ("Is Colin a sadist?" asked one solemnly). But they unanimously praised his brilliant draftsmanship and his tender use of color. Wrote Le Peintre: "A great artist . . . Behind his playfulness lies a lot of meditation and some particular mystery which is Colin's own invention...
...practiced palate-it was, both in its profusion of corpses and in certain other characteristics, so very like London. Chicago had its quick rub-out with the .45 slug rubbed in garlic, New York its cement-festooned body in the East River, Paris its crime passionnel. But the sex sadist given to mutilation and multiple murders is a London specialty-there had been, for example, Jack the Ripper, the most storied of all, with at least six corpses in 1888; the Blackout Killer of 1942 (with four victims); the Vampire, who killed at least nine between...
There is Dincher the trumpeter, who thinks he can trade hot licks with Louis Armstrong; Timmy the homosexual dancer; Louella, a kittenish advance-guard poetess who wants to hang out with real cats; an impotent sadist who pushes (sells) junk to schoolchildren, and a sordid slew of others. Diane has a ball (doped-up good time) with all of them, but can't escape her own ritualistic premise: "There's nothing. There's nowhere, everything is empty." She ricochets from man to man in love affairs as monotonous as the click of billiard balls...