Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...present, are certain to rank Watergate paramount on any list of presidential misdeeds, but that is not to say that they will regard the present as more corrupt than earlier times. In fact, less so. To think otherwise is to fail to appreciate the high savor of Boss Tweed's New York or General Grant's America...
...could beat George Wallace if he ran for governor. And rumors held that he could walk on water. (Dime stores still sell huge posters of Bryant walking across an endless sea. The picture shows him from the back, but you can tell it's the Bear by the trademark tweed hat, sloppy sweater, and a certain down-home...
...manner is brisk and candid. Her taste in clothes runs to blazers and tweed skirts with knee socks and "sensible" shoes. A sturdy, affable spinster of 59, Dixy Lee Ray lives in an 8-ft.-by-28-ft. motor home that belies her $42,500-a-year salary. She parks it somewhere in rural Virginia-commuting to work by chauffeured limousine-but she keeps its exact location a secret; she has been forced to move once because of county ordinances against trailers. Wherever she goes, her miniature poodle and huge, shaggy Scottish deerhound go too. They have welcomed, and startled...
...Ginger Man on, J.P. Donleavy's novels have been simultaneously cruel, sentimental, repetitive and sporadically funny. Donleavy heroes are ridiculous figures who wallow in self-pity behind their mannered fronts and anesthetize deep personal hurts with sex and alcohol. Like Cornelius Treacle Christian, the errant knight in tweed armor of A Fairy Tale of New York, Donleavy's people move around a lot-"Moving all the time," says Christian, "hoping for a master stroke of solace somewhere...
Chic Anarchy. Finally Sack trots out Calley again, this time interviewed before his trial while he was playing tourist in New York. Dressed in a brown tweed suit with a credit card in his wallet, Calley glues himself to a telescope atop the Empire State Building and looks for sunbathing girls. Downstairs it's a four-Bloody Mary lunch and reminiscences about Asian whores. "Normal, normal," says Sack, "like sugar in water, he had been dropped in a city street scene but he didn't displace anything." It is a little late in the century, though...