Word: schuss
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...here comes summer. Compulsive skiing, like any other addiction, has withdrawal symptoms. Lenny is driven down below the retreating snow line to scrounge a living however he can: below 5,000 ft., after all, anything goes. At just this point the novel begins a long, slick schuss into sentimentality, for what goes this time is the sure novelistic cure for male cynicism-a pretty girl. Bright, earnest and conveniently voluptuous, she is upset because her father, a U.S. diplomat, is so absolutely sweet and wonderful but a hopeless drunk. She is further upset when Pope John dies; so, naturally...
Four-year-olds are loathsome on the slopes. Down the steepest, iciest trails they schuss, knees straight, skis two feet apart-and they never seem to fall down. (How can they, with a center of gravity only inches from the snow?) Nonetheless, adult snow bunnies, floundering out of their sitzmarks on the Abe Ali slopes of the Zagros Mountains, 42 miles from Teheran, cast a friendly eye on one four-year-old skiing in the brilliant sunshine. After all, he was the son of the Shah of Iran, Crown Prince Reza...
Only Proper. On the Patscherkofel last week, Zimmermann made like an airplane again-a jet this time. By the time he reached the bottom of the first gentle schuss, he was already traveling at more than 40 m.p.h., and a force of several G's tore at his body as he hit the hollow where Australian Ross Milne lost control in practice and hurtled to his death. Next came a treacherous se ries of bumps: unlike more timid competitors, who hugged the surface, using their legs as shock absorbers, Zimmermann boldly catapulted over the bumps with great, bounding leaps...
...against Ernst Blofeld, the fell master of the international crime syndicate called SPECTRE (Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Revenge and Extortion), Bond at first displays his customary stocks in trade. He uses his own urine as invisible ink, and successfully escapes from Blofeld's Alpine retreat by a daredevil schuss down the snow-covered, moonlit slope-as patrols of goons with guns set an avalanche tumbling down after him. Then, suddenly, Bond is threatened with what, for an international cad, would clearly be a fate worse than death: matrimony...
Almost the only way of telling one Swiss Alp from another is by the celebrities who choose to schuss its slopes by day and carouse, après-ski, in the little town huddled at its base. If the sporty figure sipping a spot of Pernod at the peak is Aristotle Onassis and the lady sitting it out at the bottom is Elsa Maxwell, then the site is St. Moritz. If the set is peopled by a slightly showier crowd, among them players such as Audrey Hepburn, Mel Ferrer and Deborah Kerr, it is Klosters. And if the Greek fellow...