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...Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, a fiercely bearded hippie buttonholes a passerby: "If you ain't saved by the blood of Jesus, man, forget it. You're damned to the pits of hell." Along Broadway in San Francisco's honky-tonk North Beach, hirsute zealots plead with gawking conventioneers to bypass the topless-bottomless shows. Outside Atlanta, amid the acid rock, nude bathing and casual lovemaking of a rock festival, a young couple and their friends man two "Jesus tents" for the lost and lonely. In Boise, beaded and bell-bottomed converts wade into the river...
Though most street Christians share such a fundamentalist streak, no two houses or communes are exactly alike. On Sunset Strip, for instance, Evangelist Tony Alamo, a onetime record promoter, preaches hellfire and damnation to anyone who refuses to live by the Gospel. He and his wife Susan guard their flocks rigidly at Christian Foundation, their church and commune...
...took Meredith the better part of his life to catch on. Nevertheless, by the time of his death-May 18, 1909-he had come to a glorious Victorian sunset as the Sage of Box Hill. Almost stone-deaf, looking, in Virginia Woolf's phrase, like a ruined bust of Euripides, Meredith held court. When no one else was around, he talked to his dogs. In art, as in life, he was a nonstop talker, and it is the rhetorical, aphoristic Meredithian grand manner that finally puts off today's readers. Reading Meredith in quantity, Pritchett concedes, is like...
...Devil is a kind of transitional work, an attempt, albeit unsuccessful, to blend aesthetics and revolutionary politics. Unfortunately, Godard's symbolism is shopworn. The automobile graveyard as a symbol of Decadent Culture is as much a cliche of the New Cinema as riding off into the sunset was of the Old. Godard's constant use of acrostics, anagrams and linguistic puns ("Cinemarxism," "Freudemocracy") reads like old issues of TIME. The Stones' song, which through constant repetition becomes a raunchy liturgy, is musically outstanding but lyrically pretentious. "And I shouted out, 'Who killed the Kennedys?'/When...
...when Jones dissolved the group in 1936, Woody reorganized it as "the Band That Plays the Blues." By the early 1940s, he was ready to gallop with the Herds. For the past 24 years he has spent only about six weeks a year in the hilltop Hollywood home overlooking Sunset Boulevard that used to belong to Humphrey Bogart. The rest of the time he is on the road, playing 200 or more concerts a year, taking his wife Charlotte along on the bigger trips...