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...Mysterious Stranger. Here, Twain is a touching figure, confident of his literary skill yet desperately lonely upon returning to earth decades after the demise of everyone he knew. The writings attributed to him ring true. So do his poignant yearnings, not for literary immortality but for the sweet sleep of mortal oblivion. When Twain, again astride a comet's tail, rockets off, the reader may mourn his lively voice but cannot help wishing the world-weary writer godspeed. --By William A. Henry...
Burr's pulpit these days is an office at Newark Airport's North Terminal. On one side of the room, his windows overlook an arena-size lobby where thousands of passengers wait, eat, sleep and often grumble. Windows on the opposite wall face the runways, where People's jets streak skyward toward Los Angeles, London and 47 other destinations. Burr's office is bus-station Spartan, like his airline. In the place where a conventional executive's couch would sit, he has a row of three first-class seats from...
...world . . . And it's still true. Look at the Burt Reynolds and the Clint Eastwoods and all of that crap coming up. They're all abusive to women." Howard Hawks (To Have and Have Not; Red River) on typecasting: Martha Vickers played a nymphomaniac in The Big Sleep, and the studio signed her to a long-term contract. "She started playing a nice girl, and they fired her after six months . . . I said . . . 'You were a little bitch. Why didn't you keep doing that...
...resemblance does not end there. Even some of their critics compare the Go-Go Boys to Hollywood's founding fathers, who snorted when anyone talked about art in films and were devoted to making money. "They are like the old studio moguls; they eat, sleep and breathe pictures," says J. Lee Thompson, a 50-year show-biz veteran who is directing one of their thrillers, Murphy's Law. "The whole industry used to be like that. It's not now." Globus agrees: "The moguls cared to make money like we care to make money--so that they could make more...
Strange work. Columnists take a ribbing from their fellow journalists, reporters especially, who tend to regard columnists with the same chummy contempt that linemen show quarterbacks. Reporters do the real work, sleep in cars, get kicked by Mafia bosses on the courthouse steps. Even editors do some sweating (yelling is taxing). But columnists ride the gravy train, that's what the pressroom says. In a way, it's true. They manage to arrive home before midnight; they dine with the brass. Their physical exercise consists of pacing all the way to the far end of the study, and often back...