Word: youths
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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When at a Republican Party fundraiser in Shampoo Julie Christie crawls under the banquet table to give bed-hopping, two-timing Warren Beatty what's coming to him, the audience will laugh it up. Why not split a safe gut at this hind-sighted view of crazy, misguided youth at the down of the Nixon years. Goldie Hawn squirms in her miniskirts; flipped-out flower children skinny dip at a pot party; and Beatty, as the highly heterosexual hairdresser George, gets by for language with just muttering "You're beautiful, baby, beautiful." That director Hal Ashby glosses over and thus...
...unsophisticated youth meets a glamorous, mysterious stranger, and Learns Something About Life. It is an endlessly employed formula that has generated such high and low art as The Great Gatsby and Auntie Mame. This first novel, The End of the Party, by Marvin Barrett, is yet another variation on the same theme. Here, the part of the glittering mentor is played by Dexter Hillyer, a Midwestern-born artist who rose to fame in the 1920s as a chic illustrator. Hillyer is seen through the few but vivid memories of his godson Emerson Mercer. The stages of his life are marked...
...most exciting evenings in many moons. In the opening match, Mario, the rising Spanish comet, met the well seasoned Tony Aperisi. Mario had youth, strength and a solid background in scientific wrestling behind him, but Aperisi, as you know, is a veteran of thirty years--as cunning and matchwise (not to say ready to bend the rules) as they come. Aperisi's surprising stamina--and a few questionable calls by the referee--led him to a totally unexpected upset victory...
...flies. But boy, am I happy. [The kitten with the black nose is now pulling at my sandal strap.] I came here absolutely famished after exploring a slab of rock that once supported a Byzantine castle, which was hell to find. I had a frightfully meager breakfast at the youth hostel this morning at eight. It's now three. There were no restaurants anywhere, so I came here, looked around hungrily and said "Restauranta?" A young man who spoke French came to my aid. He explained that this wasn't a restaurant, only a cafe. But he took me down...
Later that afternoon I hitched a ride on a tractor back to Urgup, gathered up my things from the youth hostel, bought a pair of outrageously colored mittens for my sister, and caught the 6:00 bus to Konya...