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Bette Davis and Margaret Dumont are in the curly-Cuvilliés drawing-room of somebody’s palatial home. From outside the window, at some point, comes the sound of a kazoo, playing a tune of astounding tastelessness, probably “Who Dat Man?” from A Day At The Races (in more ways than one). It is one of Groucho Marx’s vulgar […]

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It was with a faint hope that, after all, our ardent desires might be realized, when we were informed that Rev. Henry Ward Beecher had gone to Washington to intercede for the acceptance of the regiment, and although we could not understand how he could expect President Lincoln or the Secretary of War to order […]

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Look what Pussy’s brought in,” leers a Half-Breed with a braided Queue. “Brit, by the look of him,” cries a short, freckl’d seaman in whom Stature and Pugnacity enjoy an inverse relation. “– long way from, ain’t you old Gloak?” “Who does your Wigs, Coz?” “There there, my Lads, think of the Impression we must […]

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I don’t think Faulkner is worth the antebellum South, and I would rather not have had Kafka at the proce of twentieth-century European carnage. But in trying to locate contemporary American writing I look at the thirties, that supposedly meager decade if misfired artistic energy and of duped intellectuals and bad proletarian novels, and I […]

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As a man in the 12th Alabama wrote, “we were into it hot and heavy. I thought I had been in hot places before— I thought I had heard Minnie ball; but that day capped the climax.” Once in position the Alabamians stubbornly kept up a steady fire of their own, but they could not advance […]

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Three things about Empire Boulevard (there are more)*: First, what’s beef? In 1989, graffiti writer JA wilding on SONI’s house as recounted in Jim Dwyer’s excellent book Subway Lives (1991): JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA. And so on. This really happened and it didn’t end […]

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Have you ever been to Hawaii? I mean Hawaii— or Hawai’i— “the big island,” as they say, because Hilo is there, although Magnum lived on Oahu, and the University of Hawaii  Press is there too, in Honolulu. I’m not sure where Hawaiian punk/noise band the Fuckin’ Flyin’ A Heads came from; neither of the two […]

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On February 15, 1956, the social spotlight flashed into General Sessions Court where a habitue of Bank Account Alley appeared before Judge John A. Mullen and pleaded guilty to two counts covering a $170,000 swindle. Originally, playboy Robert H. Schlesinger had been charged with eight counts totaling $330,00 gained by his fraud.  Schlesinger is Park […]

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Arnold Schoenberg was from from Vienna but later moved to Los Angeles, with stops in Berlin, Paris, Boston and New York in between. Caz Dolowicz was from Sands Street, but later moved to Bay Ridge, with a few years in Crown Heights, Flatbush and Marine Park in between. Arnold Schoenberg was born Jewish in 1874, […]

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“Oh I like surprises.” “Mojo,” repeated the man, going into his briefcase, his face flushing, swelling as he leaned over to fish something. “Oswald Mojo.” Gnossos shaking his head, not recognizing the name, turning back to the wall, always cover your flanks. Leave the flanks exposed, they’ll tear right up the middle, nail you with […]

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