Word: satirists
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...into startled self-surmise, starting the agonized self-appraisal and self-doubt that has characterized much of ILS. social criticism ever since. In the process, Lewis helped destroy once and for all the U.S.'s lingering cultural provincialism, as World War II destroyed its political isolationism. Yet the satirist's lashing must always be to some extent a self-flagellation. No thoughtful reader of his books can fail to see that Lewis, rebellious, drunken and selfexiled, loved Gopher Prairie, and the U.S., and that he never really left it. His definitive biography is still to be written...
...Asocial Satirist Mort Sahl, a disciple of Birth-Control Advocate Sir Julian Huxley ("He's a swinger; every time I read him, I say, 'You're right, you're right' "), had a population problem of his own. Whacked with a paternity suit by Costume Designer Patricia Manley, who in July bore a son she named Adam Matthew Sahl, the 34-year-old comedian equably announced, "I'm not admitting or denying anything. Let the court decide." Responded Miss Manley, reminiscing about the European tour she says she made with Sahl last fall: "Then...
...anyway. We're a fatheaded, cotton-picking society. When we realize finally that we aren't God's given children, we'll understand satire. Humor is really laughing off a hurt, grinning at misery." He thinks times are getting worse-and therefore better for the satirist. Right now cartooning is "like going into the garbage-collecting business. There's no money, but worse than that, there is no prestige." For other strong opinions, and the career that came of them, see Press Editor John Koffend's story...
...then eaten by the rich, might well be wickedly amused to hear that Gulliver's Travels, his epic of disgust for men and all their works, survives as a charmingly fantastic just-out-of-the-nursery tale that has delighted generations of the little Yahoos he detested. Satirist Swift would, however, hardly be amused by this film, which with commerce aforethought, scissors his plot and ruthlessly modernizes his ironic allegory of Lilliput and Brobdingnag into a monster movie freckled with psychiatric footnotes. But the dean is dead, and the little Yahoos will love...
...Macdonald takes a dour view of the future of this comic ghoul among the arts. Life, he seems to think, is getting beyond a joke. "The real world has become so fantastic that satire, of which parody is a subdivision, is discouraged because reality outdistances it. What can a satirist add to the U2-Summit-Meeting fiasco? Or to the dealings between the United Nations and Premier Lumumba of the Congo Republic-the latter a character right out of Evelyn Waugh's Black Mischief? Indeed, in the Congo tragicomedy, history seems to be parodying itself...