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Mills traces Mailer's desire to be accepted by the WASP establishment to his career at Harvard, where the Jews were sequestered together very much outside the Harvard establishment. Although Mailer wants to be the quintessential American, he has remained interested in his Brooklyn Jewish past, writing occasionally for Commentary magazine. Without attempting to reconcile this tension, Mills shows Mailer's underlying sensitivity to ethnic roots through events in both his private life and in his writing. For example, she observes that Mailer intermingles his speech with Southern drawls and Irish brogues, concealing his roots...
...twins, for their part, are passive spectators at this struggle for their futures. They have discovered an uncanny self-sufficiency with each other. When a wasp stings one, the other feels pain and weeps. They infuriate their father by conversing in a private language. Lewis explains: "It's the language of the angels. We were born with it." Their adoring mother tries to discourage their odd sense of joint identity: "She bought them Sunday suits-gray tweed for Lewis and blue serge for Benjamin. They wore them for half an hour, then sneaked off and came back wearing each...
...Andrew Lloyd Webber and the spectacular stage effects of Director Trevor Nunn and Designer-Costumer John Napier have made Cats a conversation piece and a flaming megahit. The Dining Room. Clear-eyed, touching and buoyantly funny, A.R. Gurney Jr.'s drama compassionately graphs the decline of the Wasp, a breed apart...
Nolte can only spring Murphy for 48 hours for his mission. Before they are out of the jail, the two personalities clash. Murphy is all excited; he has been in prison for three years. "Let's go on a little pussy hunt," he begs Nolte, the conventional WASP whirls angrily and harangues the con. "I own you!" he yells, unconsciously quoting a line from Roots. Nolte and Murphy play off each other brilliantly. "I want some food with a nice atmosphere, violins..." he tells Nolte. A snickering Nolte takes him to a candy machine...
...Garvey to Eldredge Cleaver--but they don't usually turn up as students at top-level law schools like Harvard Law. Then again, maybe they should be at places like Harvard Law, for, God knows, there have been enough white political hustlers--of every ethnic description, from Irish to WASP--around the place...