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Murdered Mistresses. A dull day! The very thought would make Hecht and MacArthur spin in their rolltop desks. Their "supermen with soiled collars" were a callous, cynical lot, born of an era when circulation wars raged and when a condemned man was not simply hanged but, as one daily bannered, JERKED TO JESUS. Armed with phony search warrants, police badges and wiretapping devices, reporters got the story one way or the other-usually the other. They climbed through windows to steal the diaries of murdered mistresses, kidnaped suspects to get exclusive interviews, and planted clues to sustain a sordid rape...
...Actress Lauren Bacall. At the very mention, his lips curl dourly: "I hardly even know the woman." He calls such chitchat "degrading" and again blames it on the star system resulting from "one man or two men appearing every day in the role of all-wise, all-knowing journalistic supermen. It is absurd." So absurd, he said in a Columbia University lecture honoring Elmer Davis, "that it may be that Huntley and Cronkite and I and a few others are the last of a type." That was in 1966. With the Huntley-Brinkley Report as profitable...
Misspent Manhood. Alas, when the real Freddy Exley stands up, he proves to be singularly inept. Drunkenly, he stumbles from one football weekend to the next. The games with their supermen provide the pitiful framework for his misspent manhood. He destroys his fledgling career in publicity. He finds that his dream girl personified the materialistic, castrating American woman. His weaknesses lead him to three stays in sanatoriums. Finally, he becomes a contemporary Oblomov, spending his nights and days on couches and beds, living in the marathon shadow world of television's cultural prefabrication, and talking...
Make-Believe Alexander Pope must have been wrong, poor chap. The proper study of mankind is not man, but-in current fiction, at any rate-his phallus. Novelists are exploring ever more intimately, not to say enviously, the wondrous achievements of recognized bedroom supermen. In fact, everyone-heroes, authors, readers-seems to be getting rather exhausted. Perhaps that is why so many novels this season deal with sex in its most mechanized and dehumanized form. The dildo is the feature; everybody, apparently, uses an artificial penis, or else needs one badly...
Coach Jack Barnaby was greatly encouraged by the Crimson's performance and foresees a strong effort at Princeton this week against a team of Tigers which lacks its traditional abundance of supermen...