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...perhaps at his most turgid and absurd in the long, confused eulogy of Jean Genet's scabrous Our Lady of the Flowers; Sartre described the book as an epic of masturbation, and Genet described Sartre in some of his favorite four-letter words. But Sartre has lately found a fresher vein; in his autobiographical The Words (TIME, Oct. 9) he reminisces simply and compellingly about his unhappy childhood, from which he eventually escaped into literature as others escape into religion, business, or the Foreign Legion...
...city's center. And many more have come down, for "transitory" is Tokyo's middle name. Even Frank Lloyd Wright's earthquake-proof Imperial Hotel, built in 1922, is threatened with replacement by a highrise, moneymaking skyscraper. But most of the buildings razed have been scabrous shanties along the narrow, unnamed streets trod by geta-ed feet which comprise most of Tokyo's byways. The new roads-$470 million worth of them-will ease the burden of Tokyo's cab drivers, who have a hard time finding their way around and usually require written directions...
Burns liked earthy humor for its own sake, and he transcribed in abundance the scabrous folk songs he heard from his countrymen, added more that he composed himself. But also, as The Merry Muses makes startlingly clear, he scrubbed and reworked some of these materials to create some of his most famous poems. One such poem with a bawdy original is Comin' Thro' the Rye, in which a much earthier verb appears in the line: "Gin a body kiss a body/ Need a body cry." Another ballad, John Anderson, My Jo, is known to every schoolboy...
Died. Brendan Francis Behan, 41, professional Irish tosspot and boyo terrible, semiprofessional writer of wit and distinction, a pudgy, rumpled, onetime juvenile terrorist for the I.R.A. who staggered into the limelight in 1958 with his scabrous reform-school memoir, Borstal Boy, two brilliantly nihilistic plays of Dublin low jinks, The Quare Fellow and The Hostage, but despite faint, repeated vows to stay "off the gargle" subsequently squandered his fireworks in binges from Los Angeles to London; of diabetes, jaundice and acute alcoholism; in Dublin...
Then there is Henry Miller with his scabrous Tropics, and William Burroughs' Naked Lunch, an incredible piece of hallucinatory homosexual depravity. And if these are classed as literature and are democratically available at the neighborhood drugstore, who is going to stop the cheap pornographer from putting out Lust Hop, Lust Jungle, Lust Kicks, Lust Lover, Lust Lease, Lust Moll, Lust Team, Lust Girls, and Call Boy? In girlie magazines, nudity stops only at the mons Veneris-et quandoque ne ibiquidem. Asks Dr. Paul Gebhard, the late Alfred Kinsey's successor at Indiana University's Institute...