100 New Yorkers of The 1970s by Millard, Max
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By Max Millard
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INTRODUCTION
The interviews for this book were conducted from May 1977 to December
1979. They appeared as cover stories for the __TV Shopper__, a free
weekly paper that was distributed to homes and businesses in New York
City. Founded by Bruce Logan in the mid-1970s as the __West Side TV
Shopper__, it consisted of TV listings, advertisements, and two full-page
stories per issue. One was a "friendly" restaurant review of an advertiser;
the other was a profile of a prominent resident of the Upper West Side of
Manhattan. The honoree's face appeared on the cover, framed by a TV
screen.
Full of hope, I quit my job in rural Maine as a senior citizens' aide, drove
to New York, sold my car, moved into an Upper West Side apartment
with two aspiring opera singers, and began to look for work.
One aspect of the New York personality, I soon observed, was that the
great often mingled freely with the ordinary. At the Alpen Pantry Cafe in
Lincoln Center, where I worked briefly, David Hartman, host of _Good
Morning America_, came in for his coffee every morning and waited in
line like everyone else. John Lennon was said to walk his Westside
neighborhood alone, and largely undisturbed.
The other side of the New York mentality was shown by nightclubs
surrounded by velvet ropes, where uniformed doormen stood guard like
army sentries. Disdaining the riffraff, they picked out certain attractive
individuals milling outside and beckoned them to cut through the crowd,
pay their admission and enter. The appearance of status counted for much,
and many people who lived on 58th Street, one block from Central Park,
got their mail through the back entrance so they could claim the higher
class address of Central Park West.
Linda's soap work was unsteady, and to supplement her income she wrote
all the cover stories for _TV Shopper_. After I'd been helping her for a
few months, she accepted a full-time job as headwriter for a new soap. I
had told her of my ambition and shown her some of my writing, so she
recommended me to Bruce as her replacement.
After completing my Delores Hall story, I was kept constantly busy at the
_TV Shopper_ for as long as I stayed in New York. At first Bruce gave
me all the leads, many of whom were people who had requested to be on
the cover. But soon I was after bigger game, and began to systematically
hunt down people whom I had grown up admiring. I scanned _People_
magazine each week to find out which celebrities were New Yorkers.
When I landed an important interview, I often visited the New York
Public Library of Performing Arts in Lincoln Center to study the clipping
files and prepare my questions.
A few interviewees were distant and arrogant, making it clear that they
wouldn't be wasting their time with me if not for the insistence of their
agent. A cover story in the _TV Shopper_ could possibly extend a
Broadway run for a few days or sell another $10,000 worth of tickets to
the ballet or opera. But the vast majority of my interview subjects were
friendly, respectful, and even a little flattered by the thought of being on
the cover. In general, the biggest people were most likely to be
unpretentious and generous of spirit.
It was thrilling experience to meet and interview the people who had been
my idols only a few years before. When we were alone together in a
room, I felt that -- if only for that brief period -- I were the equal of
someone who had achieved greatness. I had grown up reading Superman
comics, and one day it flashed on me: this is Metropolis and I'm Clark
Kent!
The person who did more than anyone else to secure first-rank interviews
for me was Anna Sosenko, a woman in her late 60s who owned an
autograph collectors' shop on West 62th Street filled with elegantly
framed letters, manuscripts and autographed photos of some of the
greatest names in the history of entertainment. Despite her treasures, she
always talked with one hand over her mouth to hide the fact that she had
practically no teeth.
I met Anna through her friendship with Bruce Logan, and she became my
direct link to many stars of the older generation, including Douglas
Fairbanks Jr., Lillian Gish, Ann Miller, Maureen O'Sullivan and Sammy
Cahn. One phone call from Anna was enough to get me an appointment.
About this time I got an invitation from a friend in the San Francisco Bay
Area to move out West and give it a try. I told Bruce I was quitting.
When I gave the news to Anna, she said: "You might never come back."
She was right.
After 9/11, I began thinking a lot about New York, and started rereading
some of my old stories. My eye caught this statement by Paul Goldberger,
then the architecture critic for the _New York Times_: "This is probably
the safest environment in the world to build a skyscraper." I realized that
the New York of today is quite differently from that of the late 1970s, and
thought that a collection of my interviews might be of interest to a new
generation of readers.
Max Millard
San Francisco, California
November 2005
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
FERRIS BUTLER
Creator, writer and producer of _Waste Meat News_
EASTSIDER SAMMY CAHN
Oscar-winning lyricist
GEORGE SINGER
46 years a doorman on the West Side
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12-9-78
It's impossible to mistake the voice if you've heard it once -- the tone of
mock annoyance, the twangy, almost whiny drawl that rings musically in
the ear. It could easily belong to a cartoon character or a top TV
pitchman, but it doesn't. It belongs to Cleveland Amory, an affable and
rugged individualist who has been a celebrated writer for more than half
of his 61 years. Amory is also a highly regarded lecturer and radio
essayist: his one-minute humor spot, _Curmudgeon at Large_, is heard
daily from Maine to California. His latest novel, nearing completion, is
due to be published next fall.
_TV Guide_ perhaps brought Amory his widest fame. He was the
magazine's star columnist from 1963 to 1976, when he gave it up in order
to devote his time to other projects, especially the Fund for Animals, a
non-profit humane organization that he founded in 1967. He has served as
the group's president since the beginning; now it has 150,000 members
across the United States. Amory receives no pay for his involvement with
the organization.
"A lot of people ask me, 'Why not do something about children, or old
people, or minorities?'" he begins, lighting a cigarette and propping one
foot on the desk. "My feeling is that there's enough misery out there for
anybody to work at whatever he wants to. I think the mark of a civilized
person is how you treat what's beneath you. Most people do care about
animals. But you have to translate their feelings into action. ... We're
fighting a lot of things -- the clubbing of the baby seals, the killing of
dolphins by the tuna fishermen, the poisoning of animals. The leghold trap
is illegal in 14 countries of the world, but only in five states in the U.S.
"The reason this fight is so hard is that man has an incredible ability to
rationalize his cruelty. When they kill the seals, they say it's a humane
way of doing it. But I don't see anything humane about clubbing a baby
seal to death while his mother is watching, helpless.
"One of our biggest fights right now is to make the wolf our national
mammal. There's only about 400 of them left in the continental United
States. The wolf is a very brave animal. It's monogamous, and it has great
sensitivity."
One of his chief reasons for dropping his _TV Guide_ column, says
Amory, was because "after 15 years of trying to decide whether the Fonz
is a threat to Shakespeare, I wanted to write about things that are more
important than that." His latest novel, a satirical work that he considers
the finest piece of writing he has ever done, "is basically a satire of club
life in America. ... I sent it down to a typist here, and it came back with
a note from the typist saying, 'I love it!' In all my years of writing, I
don't think I've ever had a compliment like that. So I sent the note to my
editor along with the manuscript."
"I think he threw that final game," says Amory of Korchnoi's loss. "He
didn't make a single threatening move. I think he was offered a deal to get
the kid and wife out. It was all set up from the beginning. I hate facts, so
I don't want any facts to interfere with my thesis."
Born outside of Boston, he showed his writing talent early, becoming the
youngest editor ever at the _Saturday Evening Post_. His first book, _The
Proper Bostonians_, was published in 1947. "Then I moved to New
York," he muses, "because whenever I write about a place, I have to
leave it." Nineteen years ago, he took on as his assistant a remarkable
woman named Marian Probst, who has worked with him ever since. Says
Amory: "She knows more about every project I've been involved with
than I know myself."
There are so many facets to Cleveland Amory's career and character that
he defies classification. In large doses, he can be extremely persuasive. In
smaller doses, he comes across as a sort of boon companion for
everyman, who provides an escape from the woes of modern society
through his devastating humor. For example, his off-the-cuff remark about
President Carter:
"Here we have a fellow who doesn't know any more than you or I about
how to run the country. I'm surprised he did so well in the peanut
business."
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2-2-80
Maxene Andrews, riding high on the wave of her triumphant solo act that
opened at the Reno Sweeney cabaret last November, is sitting in her dimly
lit, antique-lined Eastside living room, talking about the foibles of show
business. As one of the Andrews Sisters, America's most popular vocal
trio of the 1940s, she made 19 gold records in the space of 20 years. But
as a solo performer, she more or less failed in two previous attempts --
first in the early 1950s, when her younger sister Patty temporarily left the
group, and again in 1975, after her hit Broadway show _Over Here_
closed amid controversy. Not until 1979 did Miss Andrews bring together
all the elements of success -- good choice of songs, interesting patter
between numbers, and a first-rate accompanist. The result is an act that
is nostalgic, moving, and musically powerful.
"For years, our career was so different than so many, because our fans
never forgot us," she recalls, beaming with matronly delight. "I could
walk in anyplace in the years I wasn't working, and they'd say, 'Maxene
Andrews -- the Andrews Sisters?' Everybody was sort of in awe. So I was
always treated like a star of some kind. But it's nice to work; it's a
wonderful feeling to be in demand."
She is a bubbly, husky, larger-than-life character of 61 with ruddy cheeks
and a firm handshake. Deeply religious, sincere, and outspoken as always,
she remains first and foremost an entertainer.
"I stick to the older, standard songs by great composers," says Maxene of
her act. "You know -- Rodgers and Hart, Irving Berlin. ... My partner is
Phil Campanella, an extremely talented young man who plays the piano
and sings harmony. ... All the talking I do between the songs is ad
libbing. I have never been successful at trying to do material that was
written for me."
LaVerne, the eldest of the sisters, died in 1967. Patty stopped speaking to
Maxene five years ago because of salary disagreements for _Over Here_.
The contracts were negotiated separately, and when Maxene balked at
accepting $1000 a week less than her sister, the national tour was abruptly
canceled.
"It took me a long time to be able to handle the separation. I used to wake
up every morning and say, 'What have I done?' But now I just throw it
up to Jesus, and I leave it there. I hope and pray that one of these days we
can bring everything out in the open, and clear it up. I love Patty very
much, and I'm very surprised that she's not out doing her act, because
she's very very talented. She's been doing the _Gong Show_, which I --
it's none of my business, but I would highly disapprove of. I think it's
such a terrible show."
Maxene owns a house outside of Los Angeles, and was "born again" a
couple of years ago at the Church on the Way in Van Nuys, California.
When she's on Manhattan's East Side, which is often, she shares the
apartment of Dr. Louis Parrish, an M.D. and psychiatrist whom she
describes as "a true Southern gentleman."
The Andrews Sisters, who recorded such hits as "Bei Mir Bist Du
Schoen," "Rum and Coca Cola," "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree,"
"Apple Blossom Time," and "Hold Tight," arrived in New York from
Minneapolis in 1937 and took the city by storm with their wholesome,
sugar-sweet harmonies and innovative arrangements. Soon they were
making movies as well. _Buck Privates_ (1940, which featured Abbott and
Costello and the song "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy," was Universal's
biggest moneymaker until _Jaws_ came along in 1975. "I didn't
particularly care for making movies," comments Maxene. "I found it very
boring and very repetitious, and certainly not very creative. But working
with Bud and Lou was a lot of fun."
Asked about the changes in her life since her religious reawakening,
Maxene says, "Darling, everything has improved. My disposition has
improved. I used to be impossible for anybody to work with. ... I'm now
reconciled to the feeling that I am never alone, and that in Him I have a
partner, and that if I run into a problem that I can't solve, then I'm not
supposed to solve it -- because we're just mere mortals."
********
9-9-78
Bad timing. That's what had plagued me ever since I had tried to get an
interview with Lucie Arnaz last June. Back then, I was supposed to get
together with her downtown, but our meeting was canceled at the last
minute. My second appointment, set for August 31 in her dressing room
just before a performance of _Annie Get Your Gun_ at the Jones Beach
Theatre in Wantagh, Long Island, now seemed in jeopardy as well. I was
kept waiting nervously outside while the house manager insisted that Lucie
was engaged in "a very important telephone call."
But when the young star finally emerged, her face beaming with delight,
I found that my timing could not have been better. Lucie had just received
official word that a major new Broadway role was hers. As we sat down
to talk, Lucie was in one of those radiant moods that come only in times
of triumph. She had been chosen for the female lead in a new musical,
_They're Playing My Song_, which is scheduled to open in Los Angeles
in December and on Broadway in February. The show has music by
Marvin Hamlisch and lyrics by Carole Bayer Sager. The book is written
by Neil Simon.
She flopped back on the sofa touching my arm from time to time for
emphasis, and chatted on in her mildly raspy voice. Finally she moved to
a seat in front of the mirror and invited me to keep talking while she put
on her makeup. There is a quality about her that suggests toughness, but
this impression melts away under her girlish charm. At 27, Lucie is
already an 11-year veteran of professional acting and singing. When she
performed at Jones Beach this summer, up to 8,000 people per night came
to see her.
Lucie first transplanted herself from the West Coast to the West Side on
a full-time basis last winter, although, she admitted, "I had a New York
apartment for four years which I would visit every couple of months. For
some sick reason, I really like New York. There's a lot of crazy people
doing strange things on the streets, but there's also a lot of creative forces
here.
"I went to do an interview this morning for my radio show and it started
raining. By the time I had walked six blocks I was looking terrible, and
it suddenly occurred to me that I would never present myself like that in
California. In New York, who gives a damn if you've got water on you
when you come to work? On the West Coast, the things that aren't
important they seem to put on pedestals." Her radio show, which she
started this year, is a nationally syndicated five-minute interview spot
called _Tune In With Lucie_.
>From 1967 to 1972 she was a regular on her mother's TV show, _Here's
Lucy_. She has made countless guest appearances on other shows, and
performed lead roles in numerous musicals. Her parents, Lucille Ball and
Desi Arnaz Sr., were divorced more than a decade ago and have both
remarried.
"My mother was here for opening night, then she stayed a couple of days
in New York. But she gets too lonely when my brother Desi and I go
away for too long. He was here for most of the summer. He was doing
a movie called _How To Pick Up Girls_. He played the guy who
supposedly knew all about it -- one of the two stars. He said, "It's funny,
I meet girls on the street, and New York has the most beautiful girls in
the world, and when they ask me what I'm doing here and I tell them the
name of the movie, they walk away and say, 'You dirty toad!'" Desi also
plays the groom in the new Robert Altman film, _A Wedding_.
"My father is now putting an album together of the music that was
recorded for the old _Lucy Show_. Salsa music is coming back now, so
he's been asked to make an album of those tapes."
She enjoys all of New York, though at one time "the East Side gave me
the ooga boogas. Then I found a couple of places there that were nice."
On the West Side, she likes to dine at La Cantina, Victor's Cafe, and
Ying, all on Columbus Avenue near 71st and 72nd Streets.
When the five-minute warning sounded in her dressing room, Lucie had
to turn me out, but not before she divulged her philosophy about show
business. "Am I ambitious?" she echoed. "I don't know. There are people
who are willing to really knock the doors down and do just about anything
to get there. I'm not like that. Even now, when I go to the market, people
come up to me and say, 'Aren't you. ... ?' So I can imagine what it
would be like to be a superstar. No, I'm not really looking forward to
that."
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3-29-80
As a young girl in Englewood, New Jersey, Adrien Arpel was determined
that one day she would transform herself into a beautiful woman. After
having her nose bobbed, she began to pester the ladies behind every
cosmetic counter she could reach, and by the time she graduated from
high school at 17, she knew more than they did. That same year she
opened a small cosmetics shop in her hometown with $400 earned from
baby-sitting. Today, at 38, she is the president of a $12 million-a-year
company selling more than 100 beauty products throughout the U.S. and
Europe.
Not content with mere business success, she recently turned her talent to
writing her first book, Adrien Arpel's Three-Week Crash
Makeover/Shapeover Beauty Program (1977). It was on the _New York
Times'_ best-seller list for six months, and is still selling briskly in
paperback. Miss Arpel received $275,000 from Pocket Books for the
reprint rights -- the most ever for a beauty book.
"I have always been a rebel," she proclaims regally, dressed in a stylish
Edwardian outfit with padded shoulders at her midtown office. Quite
heavily made up, with hot pink lipstick and a Cleopatra hairdo, she looks
considerably younger than her age. The strident quality of her voice is
reminiscent of a Broadway chorus girl's, yet is delivered in a crisp,
businesslike manner. During the interview she rarely smiles or strays from
the question being asked. For some reason, she declines to say much
about her new book, _How to Look 10 Years Younger_, which is
scheduled for publication in April. Instead, she stresses the simple,
common-sense rules about beauty that have guided her career from the
beginning.
Probably her two most important innovations are her exclusive use of
nature-based, chemical-free products (chosen from leading European
health spas) and her policy of try-before-you-buy makeup. Complimentary
makeup is offered every time a customer gets a facial at one of the
hundreds of Adrien Arpel salons, such as those on the first floor of
Bloomingdale's and Saks Fifth Avenue.
Whenever she opens a new salon, Adrien spends the entire day on her
feet, doing upwards of 35 facials with her own pale, delicate hands.
Upon being complimented for her attire, Miss Arpel gasps, "Thank you!"
with schoolgirlish delight. There is something almost surreal in her
creamy white complexion. "I think sunbathing is absolutely deadly, and
that there is no reason in the world for a woman to sunbathe," she says.
Moments later, she admits that "high heel shoes are not very good for
you," but that she wears them anyway, "because they're very fashionable.
They are something that really can be a problem -- if they're pitched
wrong. If you have a good shoe and it's pitched well, you shouldn't have
a problem"
Does she think it would be a good idea for women to give up high heels
altogether? "No, no. I don't think you'll ever get women to give up
fashion. So we can tell what's problems, what's really hazardous, what's
going to be injurious to your health, and what's going to just hurt a little
bit."
She never thought of writing a book until about four years ago, says
Arpel, because "every second when I was away from my business, I spent
with my daughter. Now my daughter's 16 and a half, and has a boyfriend,
and goes out, and doesn't want to spend every minute with me. This all
started when she was about 13." Adrien and her husband, manufacturer
Ronald Newman, moved to the New York metropolitan area right after
they were married in 1961, and acquired an Upper East Side apartment
last summer.
For her own health and beauty regimen, Adrien begins her typical day
with jumping rope. She thinks weight training for women is "terrific," but
considers jogging the best all-around exercise. "Now, jogging has its
negatives. I get up very early in the morning, and if you jog while it's still
dark out, it can be dangerous. I also have long hair, and you have to wash
your hair after you jog. So for someone that works, I find that I can only
do it three days a week."
She has a facial twice weekly. "Facials are not luxuries. They are
necessities to peel off dead surface skin. ... Air pollution is the reason. If
it wears away stone on buildings, think what it can do to the skin." A
facial, she explains, consists of "all different sorts of hand massages to
deep-cleanse the skin with coconut-like milk, or some sort of sea kelp
cleanser. Then there's a skin vacuum which takes blackheads out --
electric brushes with honey and almond scrubs which clean out the pores.
And at the end, a mask. Nature-based again -- orange jelly, sea mud, or
spearmint."
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10-29-77
Had Asimov died 25 years ago, his fame would still be secure. But he
remains more active than ever. He is, among other things, one of the most
prolific authors in the world, publishing an average of one book and three
or four magazine articles per month.
He has lost a little weight recently, and in fact had a mild heart attack
earlier this year, but Dr. Asimov is as creative as ever -- perhaps more
so. One of his latest projects is _Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction
Magazine_. It first appeared on the newsstands early in 1977 and has
since built up a broad readership throughout the U.S., Canada and Great
Britain.
"It was the idea of Joel Davis of Davis Publications," says Asimov. "He
publishes _Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine_, _Alfred Hitchcock's
Mystery Magazine_, and many others. He decided that science fiction was
doing well and that he wanted a science fiction magazine -- something
with the name of someone, like Ellery Queen. ... He asked me if I was
interested. ... I wasn't really, because I had neither the time nor the
inclination to edit the magazine."
Asimov found the time. He and Davis worked out a formula for the
author to lend his name and picture to the magazine cover and to become
the editorial director. Asimov writes the editorials and some of the fiction,
answers readers' letters and helps with the story selection. George
Scithers, the editor, has a major role in deciding the magazine's contents.
"The West Side, as far as I'm concerned, has more good restaurants than
any other place on earth, though I have not been to Paris," says Asimov,
who hates flying. He made a trip to Europe last year on the Queen
Elizabeth II -- and came back on the return voyage. "It wasn't a
vacation," he says. "I gave two talks each way and I wrote a book."
The IRS, he says, cannot believe that he doesn't take vacations. "In the
last seven years," he testifies, there has been only one time -- two days in
June of 1975 -- that I went on a trip and didn't do a talk. And even then,
I took some paper with me and worked on a murder mystery. You see,
a vacation is doing what you want to do and to stop doing what you have
to do. .. But I like what I, so I'm on vacation 365 days a year."
* * *
Morning has come to the West side. In a penthouse high above 66th
Street, a middle-aged man enters his study, pulled down the shades and
fills the room with artificial light. Reference books at his elbow, he sits
down at his electric typewriter and begins to tap out sentences at the rate
of 90 words per minute. Fourteen hours later, his day's work complete,
Dr. Isaac Asimov turns off the machine.
In such a way has Asimov spent most of the past seven years, ever since
he moved to the West Side from Boston. In a 40-year literary career
stretching back to his teens, he has written and published 188 books,
including science fiction, science fact, history, mystery, and even guides
to Shakespeare and the Bible. Asimov has also written more than 1,000
magazine and newspaper articles, book introductions and speeches.
Though his pen has never been silent since he sold his first piece of fiction
to Amazing Stories in 1939, Asimov is now enjoying the most productive
period of his career. Since 1970 he has written 85 books -- an average of
one per month. He does not dictate his books; nor does he have a
secretary. Asimov personally answers some 70 fan letters per week, and
he gives speeches frequently. He also finds time for the press.
Question: Dr. Asimov, have you set any goals for yourself for the next 10
years or so?
A: It's longer than I thought it would be. As soon as I get you out I'm
going to deliver pages 1374 to 1500 to Doubleday. I'm hoping to get it
finished by the end of the year ... . It will probably be in two volumes --
which is unreasonable, considering that I've led a very quiet life and not
much has happened to me. I guess the only thing is that I tend to go on
and on when I'm on my favorite subject.
Q: I see that your science fiction story "Nightfall" has been made into
a record Albert. And I also remember the movie version of your
_Fantastic Voyage_. Do you have plans for making movies or recordings
out of your other science fiction works -- for example, the _Foundation_
series?
A: Fantastic Voyage was the other way around; my book was made from
the picture ... . The Foundation series has been turned into a radio show
in Great Britain. There have been other stories of mine which were turned
into radio shows in the 1950s. I have expensive pictures under option.
Whether anything will turn up in the future I don't know, and to be
perfectly honest, I don't care. I am perfectly happy with my writing career
as it is. I have complete control over my books. When something is put
into the movies it can be changed, often for the worse. I might get nothing
out of it both money, and I have enough money to get by.
Q: How to did the new Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction magazine get
started?
A: If anything, I inhibit it. She was a writer for years before she met
me. If she weren't married to me, she would probably write more. In fact,
I encourage her. But it's hard when your husband writes as fast as he can
type and publishes everything he writes.
Q: Do you have any children?
Q: Since you live week three blocks of Lincoln Center, do you attend the
performing arts?
A: That was the condition until the 1930s. This forced retirement is a
product of the Great Depression. We're moving back to situation that has
always existed for mankind, which is to let people work as long as they
can. If the birthrate continues to go down the percentage of young people
will be smaller. I think that computerization and automation will alter
completely the concept of what is work. We're not going to think of jobs
the same way as we used to.
A: There might well come a time, if I live long enough, when I can no
longer write publishable material. Then I will have to write for my own
amusement. Rex Stout's last book was written when he was 88 years old.
P.G. Wodehouse was writing pretty well in his early 90s. Agatha Christie
was falling off in her 80s ... . I had a heart attack this year. I might keep
writing for another 30 years. But if for some reason I am no longer able
to write, then it will certainly take all the terrors of dying away, so there
will be that silver lining ... . So far, I detect no falling off of my abilities.
In fact, this year my story "The Bicentennial Man" won all the awards.
"Is there anything also you'd like to ask me?" Said Asimov when I had
run out of questions. At that moment the telephone rang: he told his caller
that no, he would, regrettably, be unable to accept an invitation to speak
at Virginia because it was too far to go by grain. "It's more my loss than
yours," he said.
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11-26-77
Now in his 30th consecutive year as artistic director of the New York City
Ballet, Mr. B. shows no signs of slowing down. He continues to direct
most of the dances for his 92-member company and to create new
choreographic works of daring originality. He continues to teach at the
School of American Ballet, which he cofounded in 1934 with Lincoln
Kirstein. And Balanchine can still, when he chooses, write out the parts
for all the instruments of the orchestra. Yet he thinks of himself more as
a craftsman than a creator, and often compares his work to that of a cook
or cabinetmaker -- two crafts, by the way, in which he is rather skilled.
I meet George Balanchine backstage at the New York State Theatre during
an intermission of one of the season's first ballets. It's not hard to guess
which man is Balanchine from a distance because, as usual, he is
surrounded by young dancers. When he turns to face me, I see that he is
dressed simply but with a touch of European elegance. The man is small
of stature and quite frail in appearance. His English is strongly accented
yet easy to understand. A smile seems to be forever playing on his lips,
and when he converses with someone, he gives that person his full,
undivided attention.
Mr. B, who left his native St. Petersburg in 1924 and spent the next nine
years working as a ballet master throughout Europe, was persuaded by the
American dance connoisseur Lincoln Kirstein to come to the U.S. in
1933. Since then, Balanchine has toured the world with the New York
City Ballet. He finds the home crowd, however, to be the most
appreciative.
"We are here 25 weeks," he explains. "It's always packed. In Paris, you
cannot last two weeks. In Los Angeles, in London, they do not like the
dance so much as here. In San Francisco, there were five people in the
audience. We showed them everything. They don't care. They're snobs.
They only want a name. In New York, it's different. In New York, they
like the thing for itself."
Balanchine does not write down his dances. How, then, does he remember
such works as _Prodigal Son_, which he created almost 50 years ago and
revived this season for the New York City Ballet? "How do you
remember prayers?" he says in response. "You just remember. Like
Pepperidge Farm. I know Pepperidge Farm. I remember everything."
Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky are the composers he most likes to use for
new dance works. The late Igor Stravinsky, a fellow Russian expatriate
who was his longtime friend and collaborator, once described Balanchine's
choreography as "a series of dialogues perfectly complimentary to and
coordinated with the dialogues of the music."
A resident of West 67th Street, Balanchine shows even more than his
usual exuberance when speaking of the West Side. "It's the best side. It's
like the Rive Gauche (in Paris). We have the best hotels, like the Empire,
the best restaurants -- Le Poulailler (W. 65th St.) has such good French
cooking."
********
10-1-77
He's still the most famous drama critic in America, if not the world.
His name has not yet disappeared from the subway walls or from the signs
in front of the theatres along Broadway. And even though Clive Barnes
was recently replaced as the _New York Times'_ drama critic, he remains
the most-quoted authority in the newspaper ads. He is still the _Times'_
dance critic. He still does his daily radio spot on theatre for WQXR
Radio. He still lectures around the country and writes a column for the
_London Times_. At 50, Barnes does not mind the slightly calmer pace
his life has taken.
"I don't know why I was replaced," he says. "Papers have these policy
decisions. I suppose they wanted a change. They wanted to split the two
desks, dance and drama."
"Really, I much prefer New York to London," says Barnes, who spent the
first 38 years of his life in the British capital. "I'll never leave New York,
ever. When I first came here visiting before I came here to live, I adored
it. It's just been a very long love affair between myself and the city."
"Certainly American dance is the most important in the world, and has
been for at least 25 years," he says. "The reason for this is that you have
a very strong classical tradition, as well as a very strong modern dance
tradition. This is the only country in the world that has these two
traditions, and they intermesh, so that you have George Balanchine on one
side and Martha Graham on the other. This means that American dance
is astonishingly rich."
Barnes finds the West Side the ideal place to live because of its proximity
to his work. Trish, herself an expert on dance, usually accompanies him
to opening-night performances. "We can get to any Broadway theatre in
10 minutes," he says, "or walk to Lincoln Center. I can get to the paper
in about 10 minutes. The West Side has changed a little over the years.
I think it's gotten rather nice."
I ask Barnes if he can think of any plays that have been forced to close
because of unkind reviews. "That would presume it was an important play
which the critics misunderstood and killed," he says. "I don't think this
has actually happened. A play that gets awful notices by everyone is not
the victim of a vast critical conspiracy. It's usually a bad play. Harold
Pinter's _The Birthday Party_ got bad notices in London but it recovered
and went on and became successful."
For those who miss Barnes' views on theatre in the _Times_, his radio
broadcast can be heard on WQXR (1560 AM and 96.3 FM) Monday
through Friday, right after the 11 p.m. news.
Trish, Clive's biggest supporter, has no complaints about being the wife
of a celebrity. "It's very enjoyable, actually," she says with a wide smile.
"You meet fascinating people and see all the best things there are to see."
********
8-5-78
Last October, when Brazilian soccer virtuoso Pel� played his final game
as a professional, nearly 76,000 fans filed into Giant Stadium in East
Rutherford, New Jersey to bid farewell to the man who had almost single
handedly transformed soccer into a major American sport. It was a fitting
cap to Pel�'s career that his team, the Cosmos, won the North American
Soccer League championship last season over 23 other teams.
But while the Brazilian superstar was reaping most of the publicity, one
of his teammates, Franz Beckenbauer, was quietly getting things done. It
was probably he, more than anyone else, who won the title for the
Cosmos -- not by scoring goals, but by controlling the midfield with his
pinpoint touch passes and setting up the offense to go in for the shot.
In May, 1977, he shocked the sports world by quitting his West German
team, Bayern Munich, and signing a $2.8 million contract to play with the
Cosmos for four years. And though he missed one-third of the 1977
season, Franz still received last year's Most Valuable Player award for a
league encompassing 600 players from around the world. This season
again, thanks largely to his efforts, the Cosmos clinched their division title
and are a heavy favorite to repeat their victory in the Soccer Bowl -- the
Super Bowl of soccer. This year the Soccer Bowl will be held in Giant
Stadium on August 27. To be in that game, the Cosmos must first win in
the playoffs, which begin on August 8.
But Franz is somewhat of a quiet, shy man, who does not like the
limelight. In New York he can be himself, and walk the streets
undisturbed, thinking about his wife and three children in Switzerland,
who will be joining him this month for a long visit.
He could speak almost no English when he arrived in New York less than
two years ago at the age of 31, but has learned remarkably quickly. "My
mind was, soccer in the United States, it's easier to play. But it's not so
easy as I expect," he says, in his slightly hesitant but perfectly
understandable speech. "You have so different things, like Astroturf. You
have to play in the summertime. It's so hot. You have to make big trips,
like to Los Angeles. Sometimes it's more difficult to play here than in
Europe."
"I started when I was 3, 4, 5 years old. I don't know exactly. But you
know, after the war, nobody has money. Soccer is the cheapest sport. No
courts, nothing. So we all start to play soccer, and after I was 10 years
old, I went to a little club in Munich. When I was 13 years old, I moved
to Bayern, Munich, and when I was 18, I was a professional."
During the off-season, Franz does some promotional work for both
Mercedes-Benz and Adidas, the sporting goods company that
manufactures, among other things, a Franz Beckenbauer soccer shoe. As
a result, Franz, who will be 33 next month, is not at all worried about his
future.
********
5-10-80
During the 1930s, a comedy called _The Rise of the Goldbergs_ was
second only to _Amos & Andy_ as the most popular radio show in
America. Its success was due largely to the efforts of a young man from
Brooklyn named Himan Brown, who co-produced the series, sold it to
NBC and did the voice of Mr. Goldberg. He had started in radio drama
while in his teens, and soon after graduating from Brooklyn Law School
as valedictorian, decided to make radio, not law, his career.
The 52-minute show, it turned out, was long overdue. Within weeks, CBS
received 200,000 fan letters from listeners. Currently the _Radio Mystery
Theater_ can be heard in New York on Monday through Friday at 7:07
p.m. on station WMCA (570 AM). It is heard seven nights a week on
approximately 250 other stations across the country. Brown, the
producer/director, oversees every phase of the operation, from hiring the
writers and actors to directing and recording sessions from a control booth
at the CBS studios.
"I have never stopped believing," he says, "that the spoken word and the
imagination of the listener are infinitely stronger and more dramatic than
anything television can offer." He is a silvery-haired, distinguished
looking gentleman with a mischievous twinkle in hie eye and an endless
capacity for humor. Ruddy-complexioned and vigorous, dressed in a gray
pinstripe suit and a crimson tie, he approaches his work with an infectious
enthusiasm.
"In the 1930s I was doing _Dick Tracy_, a very popular show. For sound
effects we had several doors. One of them screaked, no matter what we
did to it. I like to think that door was talking to us, saying, 'Make me a
star,'" he says with a smile.
The creaking door later became the signature for _Inner Sanctum
Mysteries_, and is now employed as the introductory note for the _Radio
Mystery Theater_, along with host E.G. Marshall's compelling greeting:
"Come _in_." Himan Brown also created the sound of London's foghorns
and Big Ben for _Bulldog Drummond_, the laugh of the fat Nero Wolfe,
and the never-to-be-forgotten train that roared under Park Avenue into
Grand Central Station.
When the recording session get underway, Brown observes the performers
through the thick glass of the control booth as they stand around a
microphone, reading their line with animation. From time to time he stops
the action and repeats parts of a scene. "It's all spliced together
afterwards," he explains.
For most of his career, Brown has been a resident of the Upper West
Side. The father of two, he is married to Shirley Goodman, executive vice
president of the Fashion Institute of Technology. He has long been
involved in community affairs and charitable organizations, including the
Federation of Jewish Philanthropies, the National Urban League and the
National Conference of Social Work. Brown is constantly in demand as
a public speaker, a fund-raiser, and a creator of multimedia presentations.
His plans for 1980 include reviving the _Adventure Theater_, a children's
radio with that he last did in 1977. "The best thing about radio drama,"
he joyfully concludes, "is that we can take you anywhere, unhampered by
sets, production costs, locations, makeup, costumes, or memorizing lines,
and make you believe everything we put on the air. ... The screen in your
head is much bigger than the biggest giant screen ever made. It gives you
an experience no other form of theatre can duplicate. It's the theatre of the
mind."
********
FERRIS BUTLER
Creator, writer and producer of _Waste Meat News_
4-7-79
Known as _Waste Meat News_, the half-hour satiric revue has been a
regular feature of Channel D since April, 1976, when a young Westsider
named Ferris Butler decided that he had the talent to write, direct, and
produce his own comedy series, even without money and film equipment.
Time has proven him right: last year, _TV World_ magazine discovered,
in a poll of viewers, that _Waste Meat News_ is the most popular comedy
program on cable, out of 150 public access shows.
Many of the skits he conceives have the same format as "straight" news
items, but have been twisted by his imagination into something
outrageous. In place of the standard weather reports, for example, there
is Ferris' "Leather Weather Girl," in which a girl is tied to a table, her
body representing a map of the world.
Ideas for skits, says Ferris, come to him any time of night or day, now
that he has "stopped working at any legitimate job. I watch a lot of
television. But most of the time, I meander around the streets and just
think.
"I remember when I got the idea for the foreign language cursing
detector. I was sitting on a bench in the park, smoking grass, when some
foreign tourists came and sat down, and started talking about me in
German like I was a bum. And I thought, why not have a portable siren
that goes off whenever a swear word is spoken in any language?"
He describes himself as "a very unregimented person who can't jive with
the mainstream industry." This accounts for much of the spontaneity in
_Waste Meat News_. The performers sometimes don't see the scripts until
the taping session. Each segment requires several run-throughs before it
is smooth enough to be filmed. Frequently the filming goes on far into the
night. Although the show is done with a single camera and half-inch
videotape, the final result makes up in charm what it lacks in professional
gloss.
"Maybe I'm a little rough in the way I produce it," says Ferris, "but I'm
being a pioneer and I'm not worried about perfection as long as the
audience has a positive reaction."
Most of the filming is done on the Upper West Side -- usually on the
street or in someone's apartment, but also in such diverse places as stores,
restaurants, the waterfront, boiler rooms and lobbies. A recent skit was
shot at a Westside swimming pool; it features Pat Profito as a swimming
instructor who teaches three bikini-clad beauties his "jump-in-and-swim"
method, in which he pushes them into the pool and expects them to swim
instinctively, or drown.
It's 10 seconds before midnight on Sunday evening. Time once again for
Ferris to bid his viewers goodnight. "And remember: stay alienated, stay
wiped out, and stay wasted."
********
3-10-79
"I've never written a song that didn't almost write itself," says Sammy
Cahn, one of the world's most successful lyricists of popular songs. "I'm
like the catalyst. It's like I start the boulder down the hill, but after that,
there's only one place it can go. I'm always thrilled by the adventure of
finding the lyric and leading it to a happy conclusion. If I come to the
slightest impasse, I've learned to stop, and look around and see what
needs to be done around the house. Then I come back, and it's so easy.
You can't go into combat with a lyric."
Over the past four decades, his songs have received four Oscars and more
than 30 Oscar nominations. Among his numerous hits, written in
collaboration with six different melodists, are "Three Coins in a
Fountain," "Love and Marriage," "Call Me Irresponsible" and "Let It
Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!" His musicals include _Anchors
Aweigh_ and _High Button Shoes_. As a performer, he has the distinction
of making his Broadway debut in 1974 at the age of 60, in a one-man
show with backup musicians titled _Words and Music_, in which he sang
his own material and told colorful stories about his life and career. For his
performance, Sammy won the Outer Circle Critic's Award for Best New
Talent on Broadway, as well as a Theatre World Award. Since then, he
has been in great demand all over the country as an entertainer.
Born on "the lowest part of the Lower East Side," he now has an
apartment in the East 60s with his wife Tita, a fashion designer. He has
another residence in Los Angeles, and spends about the same number of
days each year in the two homes.
Recently Sammy completed the songs for a new cartoon film of _Heidi_
and a series of songs for _Sesame Street_. He also works as a consultant
for Faberge, and has a large office in the company's East Side
headquarters. As president of the Songwriters Hall of Fame, Sammy
devotes much of his time to publicizing the non-profit organization's
museum on the eighth floor of One Times Square. It is open Monday
through Saturday from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., and admission is free. He
recently met with the producer of the Broadway musical _Annie_ to
discuss writing a new musical. He gives generously to many charitable
causes.
But the majority of his time these days goes to writing and performing
special lyrics for special occasions -- usually parodies of his own hit
songs. Sometimes he does this for profit, and sometimes for love. He was
paid handsomely to prepare a birthday celebration for Ray Kroc, the head
of Mcdonald's. But a couple of weeks ago, when a man wrote to Sammy
telling him how much his songs had meant to him and his wife over the
years, and asking him to please write some personalized lyrics for their
18th wedding anniversary, Sammy was "just enough of an idiot to sit
down and do it."
********
9-16-78
It was 5 p.m. on the Friday before Labor Day. Governor Hugh Carey sat
alone in his office on West 55th Street, rubbing his forehead wearily with
both hands when his assistant press secretary, Judy Deich, ushered me in.
The introductions were brief, and the governor spoke very rapidly,
keeping is eyes on the table in front of him, where he was scrawling
pencil lines in geometric patterns on a piece of blank paper, as if to
maintain his concentration.
The Governor had been up for 12 hours, and his voice occasionally faded
to a whisper, but he answered all the questions with a flair and displayed
a sincere manner throughout. Sitting kitty-corner to me at a conference
table, he looked smaller and thinner than his photographs. He also looked
like one of the tiredest, most overworked men I had ever met.
"I have been staying on the West Side a lot since last September," he said.
"That's when my sons Donald and Michael got an apartment near Central
Park. They're kind enough to put me up there. We have the usual tenants'
complaints about the leaky ceilings and peeling paint. All in all, it's a
good building. I find more and more advantages to living on the West
Side. I like it because of the accessibility to work and because I jog in
Central Park.
"I oppose abortion personally. But the Supreme Court upheld that it's the
choice of a woman of her own free will, and I support that ruling. In New
York, the state pays for it if it's a matter of medical necessity. Otherwise,
there might be a mangled body in a back alley. ... I'm also advocating an
alternative -- a teenage pregnancy bill, where girls can have a baby
without shame and go back to school. It's the most common reason for
dropouts among teenagers."
During World War II, Hugh Carey fought in France, Belgium, Holland
and Germany, and attained the rank of major. After the service, he
worked for many years as an executive in his brother Edward's Peerless
Oil and Chemical Corporation. Not until 1960, when he was 41 years old,
did Carey decide to run for political office. He won his first congressional
race and during the 1960s developed a national reputation for his liberal
attitude on education, and programs for the elderly and handicapped.
His life has twice been touched by deep personal tragedy in recent years.
An automobile accident in 1969 took the lives of his two eldest sons, and
cancer claimed his wife Helen in 1974. A man who loves the company of
other people, Carey enjoys such simple pleasures as cooking with friends
and singing with his children.
********
3-10-79
A 58-year-old bachelor whose soft voice still carries strong traces of his
native Mississippi, Claiborne has few of the characteristics generally
imagined of a Timesman. He is a true bon vivant, and does not appear to
take himself or his work too seriously. He prefers to be called by his first
name, is not a particularly fashionable dresser, and spends as little time
as possible in Manhattan. In his lighter moods, such as that in which I
find him on the day of our interview, he delights in telling jokes that are
classics of schoolyard humor. The punch line, more often than not, is
drowned by his own uproarious laughter.
Although he has maintained a Westside apartment for the past nine years,
Claiborne spends most of his time at his house in East Hampton, Long
Island, next door to Pierre Franey, one of the greatest French chefs in
America, who, since 1974, has co-authored Claiborne's food articles for
the _New York Times_ Sunday magazine. Recently he purchased a larger,
more modern house about 15 minutes from Franey, which he plans to
occupy shortly. The pair cook together about five times a week. Claiborne
calls the house "my Taj Mahal -- my Xanadu."
He explains his jovial mood by saying that the night before, he attended
a big dinner party for restaurateur Joe Baum at the Four Seasons. "It was
an everybody-bring-something dinner. Jim Beard brought bread. I brought
saviche (marinated raw fish), and Gael Greene brought some chocolate
dessert. I got roaring drunk."
He wasn't. Claiborne left the paper for almost two years. "Then the
_Times_ came to me and said, 'Would you come back under any
circumstances?' And I must confess that I felt a great emotional relief."
He agreed to return if the paper would have someone else do the local
restaurant reviews; he also requested that his neighbor and cooking partner
Pierre Franey share the Sunday byline. The conditions were immediately
met.
********
1-7-78
Eleven years ago, during my senior year in high school, I saw a movie
just before Christmas that made a deep impression. It was a film of a
stage play called _The Green Pastures_ -- a fascinating look at life in
biblical times, performed by an all-black cast.
Connelly was born in a small Pennsylvania town in 1890, the son of a pair
of travelling actors. He wrote _The Green Pastures_ in 1930; it won that
year's Pulitzer Prize for drama. In his 70-year career Connelly has written
dozens of plays. One of the most versatile talents in the American theatre,
he has excelled as an actor, director, producer, playwriting professor at
Yale, and popular lecturer. He has written musicals, stage plays, movie
scripts and radio plays.
He was one of the original staff members of the _New Yorker_ magazine,
and became part of the famous round table at the Algonquin Hotel. One
of his short stories won an O. Henry award. His first novel was published
when he was 74 years old. Today, still an active playwright, he lives
peacefully at Central Park West, comfortable in his role as an elder
statesman of American letters.
Yes, he said, he's very busy these days. "I've just completed a comedy
which I'm waiting to have done. I'd rather not mention the title before it
comes out. It's a comic fantasy."
"They're always reviving my plays. Last summer they did _Merton of the
Movies_ (which he wrote with George F. Kaufman in 1922) in that big
theatre complex in Los Angeles. It was quite successful. The boy that
plays John-Boy on the Waltons played Merton. It was quite good; I went
to see it."
Any anecdotes about the "Vicious Circle" of the Algonquin Hotel -- whose
members included Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker, Edna Ferber,
Alexander Woollcott and George Kaufman? "Oh, I don't want to talk
about the round table," he said. "Every time you turn around there's a
new book about the round table. ... I've written about George Kaufman
and so have a hundred other people. It might be that he might get out of
his grave and club us all for writing about him."
1-26-79
The show's crime/mystery format has not changed much over the years,
but one thing that has changed, of course, is the cast of characters. Tony
Craig, who plays attorney Draper Scott, joined the show in November,
1975, and since then he has become one of the most popular male stars
in daytime television.
Tony owes his success not only to his good looks and his acting ability,
but also to his likable off-camera personality. Upon meeting Tony on the
set of _The Edge of Night_ during a busy shooting session, I cannot help
noticing the affection that the other cast members display toward him. His
ability to get along with everyone involved with the show -- especially
producer Nick Nicholson, and headwriter Henry Slesar -- has enabled
Tony to develop the role of Draper Scott into one of the four leading
characters.
"I was given a piece of advice when I started," says Tony. "One: keep to
your business and do what you're told, and two, answer your fan mail. I
answer all my fan mail with a very personal response. ... In the _National
Star_, I once said I was looking for Miss Right, and I got inundated with
letters. Some people sent plane ticket, asking me to come and see them."
As we sit down to talk in one of the dressing rooms, Tony puts on a tie
and jacket for an upcoming bar scene, but because only his top half will
be shown on camera, he does not bother to change out of his blue jeans
and running shoes. Tall, athletically built and boyish in appearance, he
discusses his work with an infectious enthusiasm.
"The closer I get to the character, the more I see that he and I are very
much alike," says Tony in his rapid speech. "It's funny, the way I've
assimilated him and he's assimilated me. It's like the dummy in _Magic_.
The character has gone from a very impetuous, aggressive, almost nasty
young man to a very quiet, strong, very reserved lawyer. It's changed to
the point where I'm a pillar of the community. Whenever there's a
problem, call Draper.
"I think I allow Tony a little more anger, a little more frustration, than
Draper allows himself. ... I'm very normal, I'm very average, I'm very
aggressive. Some people would say pushy. But I do what I have to."
Approximately 260 half-hour shows are filmed each year for _The Edge
of Night_, and Tony appears in most of them. He starts his day by
studying lines -- "we have about a week ahead to go over the script" --
and then goes to the studio on East 44th Street, where each scene gets just
one run-through before the final taping. A quick learner, Tony finds that
"I have plenty of time to do what I want." Last year he launched a
successful musical nightclub act and performed in two stage plays by Neil
Simon -- _Barefoot in the Park_ with Maureen O'Sullivan and _The Star
Spangled Girl_.
When Tony won the part of Draper Scott over 200 other actors, he was
working part-time as a bartender at Joe Allen's in the theatre district. "I
was doing commercials and a lot of modeling -- nothing significant.
Before this show, I'd never made more than $1,200 a year from acting.
I didn't expect to get the part, because they wanted someone in his mid
40s. They rewrote the script for a younger attorney. My agent signed me
up on a lark. That just goes to show: when it happens, it happens."
Tony hates to cook -- which is fine with the restaurateurs in his area. His
favorite dining spot is La Bonne Soupe (3rd Ave., 57th-58th St.): they
have the prettiest waitresses and most pleasant food."
Asked about the lasting value of soap opera, he quickly replies: "I believe
television has an obligation to do nothing but entertain. Everything on
television, even news, is show business. If it weren't, they wouldn't have
ratings and handsome newsmen."
Anyone wishing to hear from Tony should write to him at ABC, 1330
Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10019.
********
1-6-79
He was 43 years old when the big break came. Jack Roy, a paint salesman
from Queens who did comedy in his spare time, stood before the cameras
of the _Ed Sullivan Show_ and delivered a routine that soon had the
audience helpless with laughter. Whether they realized they were
witnessing the birth of one of comedy's brightest stars is uncertain. But
for Jack Roy -- better known as Rodney Dangerfield -- the long wait was
over.
"I have an image to feed. Most comedians don't," he says with a yawn,
sprawled out on the sofa like a bear prematurely woken from hibernation.
"If I see something or read something that starts me thinking, I try to turn
it around, and ask myself: How can it go wrong for me now? What can
happen here? For example, you're watching something on television. You
see Lindbergh on the screen. Your mind is on that TV. ... You get no
respect at all. You see the paper flying all over the place. You say, I get
no respect at all. I got arrested for littering at a ticker tape parade.
"Rickles has an image. Steve Martin has an image. But most don't. A lot
of comedians buy their material. Others take someone else's material and
steal it. We don't go into that, though."
One probable reason for his appeal with the young is that Rodney has two
children of his own, an 18-year-old son in college and a 14-year-old
daughter who lives at home. It was mainly to lighten his travel schedule
and enable him to spend more time with his children that Rodney opened
his own nightclub nine years ago. Known simply as Dangerfield's, it is
located on First Avenue between 61st and 62nd Streets. Dangerfield's is
especially popular with out-of-town visitors. Among the celebrities who
have been spotted there: Bob Hope, Johnny Carson, Joe Namath, Telly
Savalas and Led Zeppelin. The entertainment usually consists of both
music and comedy -- Jackie Mason, singers Gene Barry and Carmen
MacRae, and America's foremost political impressionist, David Frye.
The first "no respect" joke he ever wrote, says Rodney, was: "I played
hide and seek. They wouldn't even look for me." The same basic gag has
since reappeared in a thousand variations. ("My twin brother forgot my
birthday.")
For the moment, Rodney has no plans for other books or albums.
"Perhaps I'm not ambitious enough to pursue different things the way I
should," he confesses."I'd rather spend my free time at the health club.
The idea in life is not to see how much money you can die with."
9-24-77
In 1955, when Jan De Ruth's painting reached the point where he could
support himself entirely by his brush and palette, he used to take singing
lessons at 8 o'clock in the morning to make himself get up early. Today
he gets up strictly to paint, and does so with such skill and efficiency that
he maintains a reputation as one of America's foremost painters of nudes,
while still managing to turn out five or six commissioned portraits a
month.
"I always knew I would paint women," he says in a soft voice shaded with
tones of his native Czechoslovakia. "In 1948, when I came to the United
States, I started to paint nudes."
One person he used to sketch after hours was actress Karen Black, who
lived in West 68th Street just across from his apartment. Says De Ruth:
"she would sit in the in the windowsill in her bra and slip. Then one day
I called over to her, 'Would you like to get paid for this?' She rushed
inside to get her glasses, and looked over at me, very surprised. She
became my model for some time."
How do the women who pose fully dressed for commissioned portraits
compare to the professional nude models? "They work better than my
models usually," says the artist, who has painted Ethel Kennedy, Eleanor
McGovern, and the late Martha Mitchell for _Time_. "They're much
more concerned to participate. I don't think it's necessarily something to
do with vanity. It's much more curiosity. Because we never really know
until the day we die what we look like. Because we vary so much from
one time to another."
A man who craves variety, De Ruth has for many years spent his
summers at a studio in Massachusetts. This past summer he began to teach
painting in New Mexico -- something he has wanted to try for a long
time. A passionate skier, he travels to Austria each winter to pursue the
sport that he learned as a child, then gave up until his mid-40s.
The East Side, according to the artist, is "a city in itself. There's a
sterility over there, at least for me. I just can't see myself without this
mixture that the West Side is." De Ruth has been going to the same
Chinese laundry for 28 years -- Jack's on Columbus Avenue. Another
business he has patronized all that time is Schneider's Art Supplies at 75th
Street and Columbus.
********
WESTSIDER MIGNON DUNN
The Met's super mezzo
3-8-80
"I don't like those stand-up-and-sing roles. I loves to play wicked women.
But you have to make them just as human as possible," she continues, her
gold jewelry jingling as she settles onto the sofa. Tall and attractive, with
large, expressive features, Miss Dunn is hospitality personified as she
talks about her life and career over a glass of wine.
This season at the Met she starred in both _Lohengrin_ and _Elektra_. In
the spring she will appear in _Aida_ on the Met tour, and perform the
role of Kundry in _Parsifal_ with Germany's Hamburg Opera. After that
she plans some orchestral and opera concerts across the country. Long
praised for her dramatic talents as well as her vocal skills, Miss Dunn has
already signed contracts for performances into 1984.
"I cook Austrian. I cook New Orleans. I cook some nice Italian and
French things. I'm going to be in Paris later this year for six weeks, and
I really seriously want to go to the Cordon Bleu Cooking School, and take
at least a three-week course."
Around the late 1960s she was based in Germany for several years. There,
says Dunn, many new operas are premiered each year, while in the U.S.
they are a rarity. "It all comes back to the fact that we don't have
government subsidy. We have to worry about selling tickets. Opera is an
expensive thing, and until we get this government support -- which people
for some reason are afraid of -- we cannot be as experimental as we
would like to be."
Dunn spent part of three seasons with the New York City Opera before
joining the Met. It was many years, however, before her talents were fully
appreciated there. "It only took me 11 auditions to get into the New York
City Opera, and at least that many at the Met. So take heart, everybody,"
she says, laughing merrily.
She has made numerous opera recordings, including the role of Susan B.
Anthony in Virgil Thompson's _The Mother of Us All_ and Maddalena
in _Rigoletto_. "I don't ever listen to my recordings," she says when
asked to name her favorite. "I listen to the playbacks, when I can do
something about it. But I don't listen to recordings afterwards because
there's nothing that I can do about it, and I know I'm going to find a
million things that I don't like."
Mignon and her husband recently bought a house in Connecticut, but they
will keep their Westside apartment. "We have three acres," she says
proudly. "I hope we'll get a couple of horses and I would love a goat. I
love goats. They're so cute. I love animals -- we have a Great Dane and
a Labrador -- and I'm very much into the business with the Animal
Protection Institute. Most of the experiments that are done with animals
today: there's just no reason for it. ... I mean, I don't think we need
another shampoo on the market, really."
Her voice rises with feeling as she pursues the subject. "It is really the
slavery of today. People don't have any feelings for animals, and I'm just
rabid. I really am. It is so _disgraceful_. Anytime anybody wants me to
do a benefit for animals, just call me and I'll do it any day I've got free.
I would like to do more benefits. Actually, I'm hardly ever asked to, but
if I were asked, I would do it."
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7-14-79
Six times he has received an advance to write his autobiography, and six
times he has returned the money because of the enormity of the task. The
life of Douglas Fairbanks Jr. is too rich and varied to be condensed into
a one-volume narrative.
The only child of Douglas Fairbanks Sr., America's first great matinee
idol, he has acted in more than 75 feature films, produced 160 television
plays and a dozen movies, performed in countless stage plays and
musicals, made numerous recordings, written screenplays, published his
articles and drawings in many of the nation's leading magazines, and
given his time freely to at least 50 public service organizations. Ten
countries on four continents have presented him with major awards for his
diplomatic and philanthropic activities.
"One morning I woke up and said, 'I suppose I must have retired,'" notes
the tanned, vigorous 69-year-old at his Madison Avenue office, from
behind his huge antique desk with brass lions' heads for drawer pulls. But
in our long discussion, it becomes obvious that he has never actually
retired, either as an entertainer or as a force in public affairs. His office
is fairly cluttered with mementoes of his world travels -- swords,
statuettes, novelty lamps, old photographs, oversized travel books. The
white-haired, melodious-voiced actor sits looking very comfortable as he
tells about his ongoing stage career.
"My favorite type of work right now is doing plays for limited periods.
In 1940 I gave up stage acting, but in 1968 I did the first big revival of
_My Fair Lady_, and since then I have been in several other plays. This
summer I'm doing _My Fair Lady_ again in Reno for eight to 10 weeks.
... I didn't want to copy Rex Harrison, but I was prevailed upon by
Lerner and Loewe to do this. I've known them since before they knew
each other. They're going to make a number of adjustments for me. My
other project, which is still in the planning stages, is a new Broadway
show. But it's really too soon to talk about it."
On August 13, the classic 1939 film _Gunga Din_, in which Fairbanks co
stars with Cary Grant, will be shown at 9 p.m. on Channel 9 with a single
commercial-interruption. His other hit films include _Sinbad the Sailor_
and _The Prisoner of Zenda._ He acted in his first movie in 1923 while
barely in his teens, and in 1932 he was designated a star. He continued to
make films until 1941, when he joined the U.S. armed forces and served
for more than five years. Then he resumed his film career with much
success before turning his hand to producing in 1952.
Asked whether his career was helped by having a famous father in the
movie business, he replies that "the advantages were ephemeral. They
were limited to people being polite and nice, but that wouldn't necessarily
lead to any jobs. It usually meant that I would be underpaid rather than
overpaid, and they would expect more of me. By the time I became a star,
my father had already retired."
His overall career, concludes Fairbanks, "does not have a single theme,
because it's been so diversified. It's been a series of themes. Maybe it's
cacophonous. The things I find most interesting don't pay a penny. But
possibly all my activities blended together have something to do with a
person who's got a lot of curiosity and energy and capacity to enjoy and
appreciate life."
********
5-27-78
Not counting Chairman Mao, whose quotations are required reading for
one-fourth of the earth's population, the honor probably belongs to a
dapper, soft-spoken man in his early 60s who could walk from his
Westside apartment all the way to Times Square without being recognized.
He is not a familiar figure on book jackets or talk shows because Lee Falk
happens to be a comic strip writer. His two creations, The Phantom and
Mandrake the Magician, are published in more than 500 newspapers in 40
countries. His daily readership: close to 100 million.
"One of the few places in the world where my strips don't run is in New
York City," says Falk, leaning gently forward in his chair. "They ran in
the _New York Journal American_ for 25 years. That was the biggest
afternoon paper in America until the newspaper strike, about 10 years
ago. Then it folded, as did most of New York's papers; we were left with
the _Times_, the _Post_, and the _Daily News_. But my strips do run in
_El Diario_, the Spanish-language newspaper, and in the _New York
News World_."
In the beginning, Falk did both the drawing and the writing himself.
"Then for a long time I used to make rough sketches and give them to my
artists," he recalls. "Now I just give a description of each panel. I might
say 'close-up' or 'long shot' like you do in a film. Then I put in the
dialogue. ... Some of my early artists are dead. They've gone on to their
reward -- to that big bar up in the sky, where all artists go. ... Now
there's one group drawing my strips on Long Island, and another one on
Cape Cod. Very often I don't see them from one year to the next.
Collaboration works best that way."
Since giving up his drawing pad, Falk has increased his literary output
many times over. Besides doing all the writing for his strips for the past
40-odd years -- which now takes up but a small part of his time -- he has
written five novels and a dozen plays. He owns five theatres; he has
directed about 100 plays and produced 300. None of his own dramatic
works has been a big commercial success, although one is currently doing
well in Paris. Then there was the comedy that he co-authored with a
young American he met in Rome just before World War II. "It almost
made it to Broadway," says Falk. "It was redone about two years ago on
the West Coast. My collaborator was there to see it too; we've remained
friends to this day. You may have heard of the man. He's a senator from
California, the senate majority whip. His name is Alan Cranston. ... You
see, it's best to save the punch line for the end."
In April of this year, Lee and his wife Elizabeth, a cosmetics executive
turned mystery writer, spent three weeks in the People's Republic of
China. Ironically, although that is one of the few places in the world
where Falk's name is completely unknown, neither he nor anyone else in
his touring group could escape the public eye. "They were fascinated by
seeing us, because for a whole generation the Chinese have been shut off
from foreign visitors. They crowded around us 10 deep, and held up their
babies."
An action-oriented man who loves to play tennis, ride his bicycle, and go
swimming, Falk has lived on the West Side for over 20 years because "I
find the East Side a little too chichi for my tastes." Another Westside
characteristic he likes is the abundance of Puerto Rican residents:
"They're very sweet, gentle people. ... [Deputy Mayor] Herman Badillo
is an old friend of mine. He knew my comic strips from Puerto Rico."
Lee Falk estimates that "over a period of 40 years I must have written
about 800 to 1,000 stories. They would fill this whole room." Where does
he get his inspiration? "A lot of it comes from my travels. It's all grist for
the mill. Now and then I see something in the news and adapt it to my
features. For example, once I saw a story in _Life_ magazine about a
Swiss scientist who was experimenting with back-breeding. He managed
to breed some European cattle back to the original aurochs, which has
been extinct for several hundred years. ... I put his idea into Mandrake.
A scientist started with a lizard and ended up with a dinosaur."
The veteran storyteller never gets tired of spinning his yarns. "I enjoy it.
It's something I can do. ... Both The Phantom and Mandrake are
translated into about 20 languages. After all these years, they're bigger
than ever -- except in this country, because we've lost so many papers."
********
8-12-78
During that campaign, Barry quit the syndicated talk show on WOR Radio
that he had hosted for 16 years. In March of this year his mesmerizing
Southern drawl took over the 4 to 7 p.m. Monday to Friday time slot on
WMCA (570 AM). The ratings have gone up at least 50% since he joined
the station.
New York's reputation outside the city limits, says the widely travelled
Farber, has gone way downhill in recent decades. "It used to be, where
I grew up, that people would brag about coming to New York four times
a year. Today they brag about never coming here. The large companies
send their salesmen to Manhattan for a 45-minute conference like an
Entebbe raid. ... New York needs not a slow, gradual, ho-hum comeback.
It needs a dramatic voice who is going to say that the city's priorities for
the last 40 years have been wrong. New York is a sexy woman who's
been running around in the mud. Turn the hose on her and she's going to
regain her allure."
The tax revolt, he believes, "should definitely come to New York. You
cannot expect to live as sinfully economically as we've lived, and avoid
a rampage. The politicians have brought this upon themselves. And don't
let them get away with telling us that they have to cut police, firemen, and
sanitation before they cut themselves, because they don't.
"When John Lindsay was mayor, he flung back his head and inhaled the
vapors of the 1960s. And it was left, baby, left. He bet his presidential
hopes on that. But in the last mayoral election, it was the conservatives
who did the best. Koch was the most conservative Democrat running."
His anticommunist sentiments come to the surface when the subject turns
to the 1980 Olympics. "I think we should have never allowed it in
Moscow on the grounds that we have never had the Olympics in a
dictatorship in the modern era. I'd like to see the athletes of the world
say, 'We're not going to Moscow to play sportive games by rules when
the Russians live in violation of the rules of civilization itself.' Russia is
guilty of the world's worst cast of unsportsmanlike conduct. ... Yes, we
should pull out. But the Olympics is small potatoes. I say, start a new
United Nations for the free countries of the world -- a UFN, a United
Free Nations, which shall be an association of all nations governed by
law, of all free democracies that want to remain free. In 1945, we did not
seek to build a fraternity of dictatorships where tinhorn tyrants would
outvote democracies 10 to one."
Barry has lived on the West Side ever since he came to the city from
Greensboro, North Carolina 21 years ago, and now occupies a 17-room
penthouse overlooking the Hudson River. "The West Side and the East
Side are like East Berlin and West Berlin in terms of the rigidity of
lifestyle," he says. "There's a feeling on the West Side that we don't have
to impress each other. We know where it's at."
Recently divorced from his Swedish wife, Barry makes frequent overnight
trips to Sweden to see his children. He has to be back at the WMCA
studio on Sunday at 11 a.m. for his four-hour live show with guests. Two
weeks ago, he asked Robert Violante, who was shot and partially blinded
by Son of Sam, what it felt like to be shot in the head. Questions like this
tend to provoke as many listeners as they fascinate, and that is why Barry
prefers not to be too specific about his address.
********
5-19-79
In a dressing room interview last week at the New York State Theatre, the
slender, angelic-looking Miss Farrell spoke at length about her public and
private life, quickly revealing the two qualities that have enabled her to
remain one of the world's top ballerinas for so long. First is her boundless
energy; second is her genuine love for people and the world of ballet.
Warm, funny, and articulate about her art, she discussed with enthusiasm
the upcoming television special, _Choreography by Balanchine, Part
One_, which will be aired May 23 on Channel 13.
"_Tzigane_ is one of my favorite ballets, because it was the first one that
Balanchine choreographed for me after I returned to the company in
1974."
In 1969, Suzanne left the New York City Ballet and spent the next four
seasons with Maurice Bejart's Ballet of the 20th Century in Brussels,
Belgium. When she finally wrote to Balanchine to find out the chances of
dancing with him again, he simply asked when she could start.
"In Brussels, the type of ballet they're used to is different, so they react
differently. If you were to give them a beautiful, wonderfully stark ballet,
with little costume and scenery, they might not take to it as much. ... But
it was a good thing to have in my career. I demand that I get something
constructive out of any situation. Because life is so short that you can't
afford to not give everything, every time you go out there."
For the past 10 years she has been married to Paul Mejia, a former dancer
who is today the artistic director and choreographer for the Ballet de
Guatemala, one of Latin America's major companies. Although the couple
must undergo some long separations, their marriage is a happy one.
Spending time alone at her Lincoln Center area apartment does not bother
Suzanne. With a steady diet of exercise classes, rehearsals and
performances, and her nine pets (eight cats and a dog), Suzanne has little
time to be lonely.
"When I have a free night, it's terrible," she lamented, "because every
time the phone rings, I think, 'Oh no, they want me for a performance.'
I dance just about every night. By the time I go to bed, it's about 2
o'clock. I happen to get up about 6. ... On Monday, my free day, I teach
at the American School of Ballet. It's such a shock to do two
performances on Saturday and Sunday, and none on Monday. It's hardly
worth it, because the body can't adjust. ... I have always thought that
actors have it easier than dancers, because it doesn't matter so much how
tired your body is: all you need is your mouth."
A Westsider for most of her career, Suzanne lists reading and cooking as
her preferred pastimes: "I'm a great short-order cook. I think if I weren't
a dancer, I'd be a waitress." Two local restaurants she likes to frequent
are Rikyu (210 Columbus Ave.) and Victor's Cafe (240 Columbus).
Asked about her salary, Suzanne admitted that "you'll never make a lot
of money in ballet. It's something we do because we love it, and we have
to do it to be happy. ... The sole attraction is working for Balanchine and
the New York City Ballet: that's something you can't put down in dollars
and cents. I just assume that the company is paying us as much as they
can." She smiled radiantly and added: "Most dancers wouldn't know what
to do with a lot of money anyway, because they wouldn't have time to
spend it."
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11-5-77
Imagine a movie starring Dustin Hoffman as Popeye the Sailor and Lily
Tomlin as his girlfriend Olive Oyl.
Anyone who has seen the old Popeye cartoons, or the new computer
animated ones, might think that the fighting mariner does not have the
dramatic qualities needed for a full-length film. But according to
Westsider Jules Feiffer, who is now writing the script for _Popeye the
Sailor_, the original comic strip in the daily newspapers was the work of
"an unrecognized genius." E.C. Segar created Popeye and drew him from
1924 to 1938. After that the character changed. Feiffer finds the original
strip to be his biggest source of inspiration.
"The cartoons," says Feiffer, sitting on one arm of a chair in his Riverside
Drive apartment, "exploit the violence between Popeye and Bluto. That
was never part of the strip. It's more along the lines of the traditional
cartoon of the 1940s, which could find nothing more interesting than one
character dismembering another. I didn't find that funny when I was a kid
and I don't now."
Feiffer developed his unique style of humor long before he sold his first
cartoon. Today, though still perhaps best known as a cartoonist, he has
gained a reputation as a playwright for both the stage (_Knock, Knock_
and _Little Murders_) and the screen (_Carnal Knowledge_). He is also
a respected prose writer, having recently published his second novel,
_Ackroyd_.
A product of the Bronx, Feiffer recalls that after graduating from high
school he went through "a series of schlock jobs to buy food and drawing
materials. And long periods of unemployment." He planned all along to
become a cartoonist. "I was prepared," he says, "for the eventual success
which I was certain was going to happen if my work remained true to
myself."
"All other publications at that time had their own idea of their readership.
And editors insisted on tailoring stories to their own taste. The _Voice_,"
says Feiffer, "existed for the artist's taste and the writer's taste. It was a
time when McCarthyism and the blacklist were rampant through every
strata of society."
The _Voice_ was then the only publication of its kind. It wrote about
dissent; it was considered revolutionary, and Feiffer's weekly cartoons
helped it to maintain that image.
Success came quickly to Feiffer after he joined the _Village Voice_: "It
happened faster than I thought. It was only about three months or so
before my work came to be talked about, and publishers began to offer
book contracts." Syndication took place a few years later. Now the
cartoon is carried by somewhat over 100 publications in every country of
the western world and several in the Far East.
Feiffer's cartoon takes him one day a week to conceive and draw. During
the other six days he works on his latest writing project. For three years
-- until it was published this past summer -- that project was _Ackroyd_,
an unconventional detective-type novel in which the characters are too
human to keep their traditional roles as props for the detective's
cleverness. The book is less suspenseful than a standard detective novel,
but more revealing of human nature.
One of the things that has been in my work for many years," says Feiffer,
"is people's need to communicate with each other not directly, but in
code. ... Coded language is used to guide our lives, to frame our
relationships with people." Feiffer's main character takes the name Roger
Ackroyd and tries to become a private detective. Instead he gets "so
intertwined with the coded life of his clients that he works on that for the
rest of his career."
_Ackroyd_ got extremely mixed reviews. "It's what I'm used to," notes
the author. "Some reviews have been glowing. Others wondered what the
hell the book was about and why I bothered to write it." Feiffer takes the
good and the bad in stride, remembering what happened when his first
play, _Little Murders_, opened on Broadway in 1967.
"It got all negative reviews and closed in a week," he recalls. "It was
immediately done in London after that, which started the revival, because
it was done very successfully. Then it was brought back to New York the
following year and it won all the awards." In 1971 it was made into a
successful film starring Elliott Gould and Marcia Rodd.
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3-15-80
Anyone hearing her rasping, throaty, Irish-accented voice for the first time
might think she were suffering from laryngitis. But those who have come
to love and admire Geraldine Fitzgerald over the past 40 years hear
nothing but earthy humanity in the voice. One of the most versatile
actresses in America, as unorthodox as she is gifted, Miss Fitzgerald at
66 remains at the height of her career, constantly juggling a variety of
projects, as she says, "like somebody cooking a meal with many courses."
We're sitting in her Upper East Side living room, which is decorated in
white from floor to ceiling -- carpet, chairs, tables, sofa, and even the
television. The only picture is a childhood portrait of her daughter Susan
Scheftel, now a 27-year-old graduate student.
"I like light unimpeded," explains Geraldine, her rosy face breaking into
its customary smile. "And if everything is white, it's different in the
morning and it's different in the middle of the day, and it's different all
the time."
A slender, handsome woman with a penchant for long flowing skirts and
bright lipstick, whose straight gray hair descends halfway down her back,
Geraldine is soon talking about _Mass Appeal_, the two-character play
that she is directing at the Manhattan Theatre Club; it will open in mid
May. "It's by a very young author called Bill Davis. We did it last
October at the Circle Rep Lab, and it was very successful, but it needed
strengthening points. So Bill has just completed the ninth draft. ... Milo
O'Shea is going to star in it. He's Ireland's premier comedian and a
magnificent dramatic actor too."
Miss Fitzgerald's next acting role will be in a play titled _Eve._ "It's
about a woman who runs away from home to seek her own internal
freedom, like Nora in _A Doll's House_. The only difference is, she's my
age. So of course her options are few. And she goes right down to the
bottom: she becomes a derelict. And then slowly, slowly, slowly she
comes up to find some kind of strength and independence. It's a drama,
but a very comedic drama."
Her third major project at the moment is to prepare her acclaimed one
woman show, _Street Songs_, for a small Broadway house such as the
Rialto.
She started to take singing lessons about 10 years ago, and introduced her
one-woman nightclub act in 1975, employing her remarkable acting
technique to make the songs personal and moving. She has performed the
act at Reno Sweeney, at Lincoln Center, in a one-hour special for public
television, and at the White House for President and Mrs. Carter.
"I don't sing what's called 'folk songs.' People think I do. I sing songs
that are very -- winning. Because the songs that people sing when they're
on their own -- whether singing in the streets, singing in the shower,
singing in the car -- they do not sing losing songs. We didn't know that
for a long time. 'We' is Richard Maltby Jr., who did _Ain't
Misbehavin'_. He's my colleague and partner and he directed it.
She began her acting career at the Gate Theatre in Dublin while in her
teens, came to the U.S. in 1937, and acted with Orson Welles' Mercury
Theatre on the Air before heading for Hollywood, where she made such
classic films as _Dark Victory, Watch on the Rhine_, and _Wuthering
Heights_, for which she received an Oscar nomination. In 1946 she settled
on Manhattan's East Side, and has been based there ever since, although
she frequently returns to Hollywood to act in movies.
Perhaps even better known for her stage roles, she names Eugene
O'Neill's poignant, autobiographical _Long Day's Journey Into Night_ as
her favorite play. When it was revived Off Broadway in 1971, her
portrayal of the morphine-addicted Mary Tyrone became the biggest hit
of her stage career. Miss Fitzgerald has recorded this play and others for
Caedmon Records.
Married to Stuart Scheftel, a wealthy executive and producer, she has one
son from a previous marriage, Michael Lindsay-Hogg, the hugely
successful young director who was nominated for a Tony Award for
_Whose Life is this Anyway?_ Miss Fitzgerald is the first actress ever to
receive the Handel Medallion, New York's highest cultural award.
If Geraldine has one regret about her career, it is that it took her "so
many decades to get up the courage to sing. Everybody told me not to,
because I have such a funny voice. ... Then I realized that I needed a
vehicle for expressing what I feel about the world and about people that
was very flexible, and was mine. And if the audience would put up with
the harsh sounds, then I could use it. And evidently they can, so if they
can now, I guess they always could."
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12-30-78
The Oscar statuette stands on the end of a shelf about eight feet off the
floor, partially obscured by a row of books, its gold surface gleaming
dully in the subdued light of the room. Below, in one of the apartment's
four fireplaces, a small log is softly burning. This room, like the rest of
the large, immaculate home, is furnished in the style of an early 20th
century country manor. Here, in the heart of the Upper East Side, Joan
Fontaine has spent 15 years of an immensely productive life. I take a seat
on one side of the fire, and Miss Fontaine faces me from the opposite side
of the room, her slender, regal form resting comfortably in an antique
chair, to talk about her best-selling autobiography, _No Bed Of Roses_
(Morrow, $9.95). Published in September, the book has already sold more
than 75,000 copies in hardcover.
As the title implies, Miss Fontaine's life has been one long roller coaster
ride of triumph and tragedy. During the 1940s she received three Oscar
nominations for Best Actress in the space of four years, and won the
award for _Suspicion_ (1941). She had the joy of raising two children --
one of them adopted -- but the disappointment of four divorces. Her
mother, who died in 1975, was the best friend she has ever known, yet
both her father and her stepfather gave her nothing but unhappiness, and
she never had a close relationship with her famous older sister, Olivia de
Havilland. In fact, the pair have not spoken in years -- for reasons clearly
explained in Fontaine's book.
A fiercely independent woman who has flown her own airplane and taken
part in international ballooning competition, she has suffered through
numerous illnesses and injuries that brought her close to permanent
disability or death. These are the elements of _No Bed Of Roses_, a
disarmingly frank memoir that is frequently unsettling but never boring.
"The fan mail for this book is getting to be enormous," says Fontaine, still
radiant at 61. "A lot of people identify with the illnesses, or with trying
to bring up children alone. Some people empathize because they had harsh
relations with their siblings. A lot of men have told me they cried at the
end, in my epitaph to my mother. And then of course, I have heard from
a lot of people who wanted to be actresses, or actors."
Did she write the entire book herself? "Every single word. I wouldn't let
them touch one of them. ... It's not a sordid book; it's not tacky. One
reviewer said it was immoral. I don't think I can figure that out. If you
ask me, it's rather religious."
The words come out like perfect silver beads. She has always been a
formidable presence on the screen, and is no less so in person, as she
gives her unrestrained opinions on every topic introduced.
Her classic movies, including _Rebecca, Jane Eyre, Suspicion_, and _This
Above All_, are frequently seen on television now, but Fontaine has little
respect for television as a medium: "I consider it nothing more than B
pictures. I think we took a little more care with B pictures; the actors and
actresses got a chance. In a television film, if the actor slips on a word,
to hell with it. We'll cut around it."
In truth, she has little time for sitting around: her acting talents are too
much in demand, in dinner theatres and in college auditoriums around the
country. Recently she returned from a three-month working trip. In
February she'll be opening in Dallas. "I haven't decided on the play yet,"
she says.
When she has time to herself, Fontaine enjoys reading literature and
adapting it for her lectures. "I lecture on many subjects," she says. "I do
the entire Jane Eyre -- all the roles. It takes about an hour and a half. It's
more like a film reading than a lecture. I do one on American poets, and
one on Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning -- all their own words.
Then a new one has crept up -- if I may say so, by popular demand --
called 'The Golden Years.' I tell how to do it -- how to make these years
the best. I've never felt so happy or so free or so contented as I am now."
born 10-22-17
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7-14-79
The book that did most to trigger the women's movement was Friedan's
_The Feminine Mystique_ (1963), a brilliant analysis of the postwar "back
to the home" movement, when women were led to believe that they could
find fulfillment only through childbearing and housework. That myth, said
Friedan, resulted in a sense of emptiness and loss of identity for millions
of American women. Her book became an international best-seller, and
has been translated into more than a dozen languages.
But _The Feminine Mystique_ was only the first of many contributions
that Friedan has made to the women's movement. In 1966 she founded the
National Organization for Women (NOW), which today has more than
70,000 members and is by far the most effective feminist group in the
world. She has written a second book, _It Changed My Life_, made
countless appearances on radio and television, and become one of the most
sought-after lecturers in the country. Despite her public image as a hard
core activist, Betty Friedan at 58 is a charming, decidedly feminine
woman who enjoys wearing makeup and colorful dresses. In an interview
at her brightly decorated apartment high above Lincoln Center, she reveals
that these two aspects of her personality are not at all contradictory.
It was largely through the lobbying efforts of NOW that the U.S. Senate
last October approved a three-year extension of the deadline for ratifying
the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA). So far, 35 of the required 38 states
have voted for the amendment. The new deadline is June 30, 1982.
"There's no question that three more states will pass it by that time," says
Friedan. "But it's not going to be easy, because there are these well
financed right-wing campaigns trying to block it. They understand that the
ERA is not only the symbol but the substance of what women have won
-- that it will give them constitutional underpinning forevermore, so that
they can't push women back to the second-class status of the cheap labor
pool.
"The ERA will not do anything dramatic -- like change the bathrooms --
but it will ensure, for example, that women have their own right for social
security, which they don't have now. You have to realize that the
reactionary forces in this country are using the sexual issue as a kind of
smoke screen, to create a hate movement. They're the same forces that
tried to prevent labor from organizing, that burnt crosses on lawns in the
South, that painted swastikas on synagogues. ... NOW has made it _the_
priority, because if the ERA is blocked, it will be the signal to take back
everything."
A woman who smiles and laughs easily in spite of her intensity, Friedan
prefers to be called not Miss, Ms., or Mrs., but simply Betty. Born in
Peoria, Illinois, she majored in psychology at Smith College and
graduated summa cum laude. In June, 1947, after moving to New York
City, she married Carl Friedan, then a theatrical producer. Three children
later, the Friedans moved to the suburbs, and it was there that she
formulated the ideas for _The Feminine Mystique._
Divorced since 1969, Friedan maintains a very close relationship with her
children, who are at Columbia University, the University of California,
Berkeley graduate school, and Harvard Medical School. A Westsider since
1964, she runs in Central Park for an hour each day.
Of the half dozen major projects she's involved in at the moment, the
most significant is her new book, _The Fountain of Age._ "It's about the
last third of life," she explains. "I call it the new third of life, because
many women have only begun to discover that it exists."
Asked about her chief pleasures in life, she replies with obvious
satisfaction, "I like parties, I like my friends, I like talking, I like dancing.
... One thing I've discovered is that the stronger you get, the more you
_can_ be soft and gentle and tender, and also have fun. I _demand_ my
right to be funny and to have fun, and not just to always be deadly
serious."
********
10-8-78
One reason for my lengthy visit is that it takes place on the same night as
the second heavyweight championship boxing match between Muhammad
Ali and Leon Spinks. Arthur and I sit on his living room couch, watching
the fight live on TV with great interest, rooting for Ali and resuming our
interview between the rounds. Ali, who had lost the first fight with Spinks
the previous February, beats him handily this time.
With her own career as an actress and director, Hope does not fly the
Atlantic quite as often as her husband. Says Arthur: "I go to Europe like
other people commute to Long Island. Sometimes I go without even a
change of clothes."
Twelve-year-old Pauline Frommer made her first trip to Europe at the age
of two and a half months. Bright and precocious, she seems a natural to
succeed her father in the business one day.
Arthur used his first summer vacation from the law firm to go back to
Europe and rewrite his travel guide, for civilian readers. It became "a
monster which ate up my life." But he has never regretted his choice of
careers.
Arthur and Hope moved to the West Side in 1965, just after their daughter
was born. Among their favorite neighborhood businesses: DelPino Shoes,
which has some of the lowest prices in the city for quality Italian
footwear, and the Jean Warehouse, where Pauline buys many of her
clothes.
"It's a dream of mine," says Arthur, "that we might be a force for peace
sometime. It may not happen overnight, but I'm sure it will come."
********
9-15-79
"I don't think your publication's going to want to print that, so you'd
better leave it out. Um, so I, I. ... I mean, it's not --" he sputters, before
quickly recovering and driving the point home with his customary
journalistic finesse. "As a matter of fact, if you're going to take ads, I
think the way your people do it is the way to do it. If you're _going_ to
take ads, give the publication away. But if somebody's putting out money,
it's not right. It's like going to the movies and seeing a commercial.
Television, fine: you're getting it free."
"We have been sued many times. We've never been beaten. We had two
cases that went to the U.S. Supreme Court. The first was on Alfred E.
Newman (the gap-toothed, moronic-looking character who appears on the
magazine cover). Two different people claimed it was theirs -- a woman
by the name of Stuff and a man by the name of Schmeck. Neither one
knew about the other one, and we didn't tell them. It was pretty fun when
they all got to court and found that both of them were claiming to own
Alfred. Through a series of decisions, the Supreme Court decided that
neither one of them owned Alfred, and we were free to use him.
"The other case was when Irving Berlin and a number of other
songwriters sued _Mad_, because we used to publish a lot of articles of
song parodies which we'd say were sung to the tune of so-and-so. And
they took umbrage to that. They said that when people would read the
words, they were singing their music in their heads. The judge ruled that
Irving Berlin did not own iambic pentameter."
A divorced father of three, Bill Gaines hates exercise, and drives the 18
blocks each day from his Eastside apartment to the _Mad_ office. His
favorite hobbies are attending wine and food tastings, and visiting Haiti.
"I've been there about 20 times. It's a wild, untamed place. Something in
my nature is appealed to by that kind of thing. ... They have no
maliciousness toward tourists. I was almost shot there twice, but it was by
mistake."
Things are so relaxed around the _Mad_ headquarters that eight out of the
nine full-time staffers have been with the publication for more than 20
years. "Our writers and artists are free-lancers," says Gaines. "Most of
them have been with us 20 years also. ... We get quite a few unsolicited
manuscripts, but most of them, unfortunately, are not usable. Every once
in a while we'll get one, and then we've got a big day of rejoicing. ...
We're always looking for writers. We don't need artists, but you _never_
have enough writers. And we firmly believe that the writer is God,
because if you don't have a writer, you don't have movies, you don't have
television, you don't have books, you don't have plays, you don't have
magazines, you don't have comics -- you don't have anything!
"We don't assign articles. The writers come to us with what they want to
write, and as long as it's funny, we'll buy it. And we don't care what
point of view, because _Mad_ has no editorial point of view. We're not
left, and we're not right. We're all mixed up. And our writers are all
mixed up -- in more ways than one."
********
7-8-78
Less than two months ago, the U.S. Supreme Court passed an edict
allowing the police to raid the files of newspaper offices in search of
information relating to a crime. "If they came here, I'd stand at the
entrance and block their way," says Ralph Ginzburg, gazing out the
window at his suite of offices near Columbus Circle. "I don't care if they
arrest me," he adds in his thick Brooklyn accent.
Of the six magazines and newspapers that Ginzburg has founded, none has
caused such a stir as his first one, _Eros_, which lasted from 1962 to
1963. "It was the first really classy magazine on love and sex in American
history," he says. "I signed up 100,000 subscribers right away, at $50 a
year. Many leading American artists contributed to it. The big difference
is that it was sold entirely through the mails. Our promotion of
subscriptions through the mail got a lot of complaints."
About 35,000 complaints, in fact -- more than the U.S. Post Office had
ever received up to that time. Ralph Ginzburg was charged with sending
obscene material through the mails, and _Eros_ was forced to suspend
publication while the debate went on. Most Washington lawyers, after
examining the magazine, concluded that it was not obscene. But the case
became a political issue, and in 1972, 10 years after the so-called crime
had taken place, Ginzburg was ordered to serve an eight-month term at
the federal prison in Allenwood, Pennsylvania. His imprisonment led to
a nationwide outcry by intellectuals and public officials.
Not long after the demise of _Eros_, Ginzburg started another magazine
called _Fact_. It, too, ended over a lawsuit. This time the plaintiff was
U.S. Senator Barry Goldwater. He sued the magazine for $2 million on
the charge of libel, and was awarded $65,000 in damages. "It was a
compromise, as jury decisions frequently are," remarks Ginzburg.
"Unfortunately I didn't have very much money back then, and it wiped us
out."
Describing the case, he said: "In 1964, when Goldwater was running for
president, he advocated the use of nuclear weapons in Vietnam. I thought
the guy was out of his mind and I wondered if anyone else had the same
suspicion. ... We polled all the members of the American Medical
Association who were listed as psychiatrists and asked them if they
thought Goldwater was fit to be president. We printed their replies and
their long-distance diagnoses ... "
Both the _Eros_ case and the Goldwater case made the American public
examine some far-reaching questions: What is obscene? What is libelous?
Ginzburg helped to establish new definitions for these terms, and in so
doing, widened the power of the press.
_Avant-Garde_, his third publication, existed from 1967 to 1970. "It was
born during the Vietnam uprising in this country," he explains. "It was a
magazine of art and politics, and had no ad revenue."
If Ginzburg has a single goal right now, it's "to saved up enough money
to enable me to put out a periodical exactly like _Avant-Garde_ was. It
was pure pleasure for me: there was no commercial compromise. But
even though this is a multimillion-dollar corporation here, I can't afford
it at the moment. ... Money is important in publishing. I have to spend 99
percent of my time and effort chasing the buck. I guess I'm lucky. Most
people spend 100 percent of their time that way."
********
1-5-80
D.W. Griffith, the father of motion pictures, used to say there were only
two people who outworked him -- Mary Pickford and Lillian Gish.
Pickford, who died last May, made her final film in 1933. But Lillian
Gish never got around to retiring. At 83, she is perhaps the most active
living legend in America.
An animated speaker who makes sweeping gestures, she still has the
crystalline voice and flawless enunciation that enabled her to make the
transition from silent films to talkies and Broadway shows in the early
1930s. The 1978 Robert Altman film _A Wedding_ marked her 100th
screen appearance.
"I've never worked harder in my life than I have in the last three or four
years," says Miss Gish, who, during that period has made her singing and
dancing debut in Washington's Kennedy Center, hosted a 13-week series
for public television, _The Silent Years_, appeared in an ABC-TV movie
of the week, and toured the world three times to present a one-woman
show that combines film clips with narration. Her autobiography, _The
Movies, Mr. Griffith and Me_, has been translated into 13 languages.
"I dedicated the book to my mother, who gave me love; to my sister, who
taught me to laugh; to my father, who gave me insecurity; and to Mr.
Griffith, who taught me that it was more fun to work than to play," she
recalls with merriment, describing how her mother wound up in the
theatre around 1901 due to financial need. Five-year-old Lillian and her
4-year-old sister Dorothy soon followed in the business. "We didn't use
our real names because we didn't want to disgrace the family. ... They
used to have signs on hotels: 'No actors or dogs allowed.'"
She never got a chance to attend school. "I loved the book _Black
Beauty_, and everybody would read it to me on the train or waiting for
the train. Well, I finally had it read to me so much, I knew it by heart.
And that's how I learned to read. When we were travelling around,
mother would always take her history book. When we were in historical
places, she'd take us to where history happened."
At the height of her silent film career, Lillian received 15,000 fan letters
a week, many from overseas. "Silent films are the universal language that
the Bible predicted would bring about the millennium. ... When Mr.
Griffith made his first talking picture in 1921, he said, 'This is committing
suicide. My pictures play to the world. Five percent of them speak
English. Why should I lose 95 percent of my audience?'
"One of the things I'm trying to do now is to bring back silent films and
beautiful music. I'm doing it with my film _La Boheme_, which was
made in 1926. I've done it in the opera house in Chicago with an organist,
and at Town Hall here. Harold Schonberg of the _New York Times_ gave
it the most ecstatic review."
Her credits include an honorary Oscar award, dozens of major stage roles,
and a movie that she co-wrote and directed. But Miss Gish, with
characteristic modesty, prefers to talk about her friends and family.
Bitterness and complaint are alien to her nature, although life has not
always been easy. She never married, and her mother, to whom she was
highly devoted, spent the last 25 years of her life as an invalid. "But she
was never unhappy," testifies Lillian. "She was always the first to laugh,
and the gayest."
Following her mother's death in 1948, the apartment was given to Dokey,
her nurse, who died the following year. Then Lillian and Dorothy Gish
shared the apartment until Dorothy's death in 1968. Although Lillian now
lives alone, she has no opportunity to be lonely. Besides work, travel, and
reading -- her favorite activities -- she has 13 godchildren.
One thing that helps keep her young, says Miss Gish, is her intense
curiosity. "I was born with it, thank heavens. I feel sorry for people who
say they're bored. How in the world can anyone be bored in the world
today? How can fiction complete with what's going on?"
A few of her films, have been lost forever, since no original prints exist
in good condition. Most, however, are still shown around the globe,
which explains why her autobiography is available in such languages as
Burmese and East Malaysian. The Museum of Modern Art on West 53rd
Street has one of the country's finest collections of vintage Gish films.
Asked to name some of the things she is most curious about today, Miss
Gish quickly replies, "Naturally what's happening in Cambodia -- how
they're going to solve that problem. Those poor children. It breaks my
heart. ... And who's going to be our next president. We've come to the
point where we should have two presidents, I think -- someone to look
after the world and somebody to look after us."
2-11-78
Two decades before _Playboy_ first hit the newsstands, there was only
one men's magazine in America. A generation of schoolchildren grew up
speaking its name in hushed whispers, though anyone reexamining those
early issues today could hardly understand why. The magazine was
_Esquire_.
Its popularity has dipped somewhat in recent years, but _Esquire_ still
sells one million copies per month. And it still has the reputation of being
the most tasteful, literary, and sophisticated publication for the American
male. If some people have complained that it has not kept up with the
times, they won't be able to say that any longer -- not since _Esquire_
became the property of Clay Felker and Milton Glaser, the publishing
team who made _New York_ magazine into one of the best-selling
weeklies in the city.
With Felker as editor and Glaser as design director, _Esquire_ will have
a totally new look starting with the February 14 issue. It will have a
different size, binding, shape, length, and contents. It will also change its
name to _Esquire Fortnightly_ and appear 26 times a year instead of 12.
The first thing you notice about Glaser is the colored handkerchief
adorning his jacket pocket. Then you notice how relaxed he is, and how
easily he smiles.
"The name of the game is to get an audience that identifies with the
magazine and feels it's on their side. People buy a magazine because it's
of considerable interest to them, not because they get a deal on the
subscription. ... What you want to do is to find the right-size audience,
made up of people who believe in the values that the magazine reflects."
The original _Esquire_, Glaser points out, helped to glamorize the rich,
privileged man of the world -- the man who had arrived, who knew his
place in the world, and whose greatest desire was to surround himself
with the symbols of wealth, such as fancy cars and beautiful women.
A native New Yorker, Milton Glaser has fond memories of his boyhood
in the Bronx. He especially likes recalling an event that took place in 1933
-- the year that _Esquire_ was founded.
"When I was 4 years old, a cousin of mine said, 'Would you like to see
a pigeon?' He had a paper bag with him and I thought he meant there was
a pigeon in it. But then he took out a pencil and drew a picture of a bird.
I was so astonished that you could invent reality that I never recovered
from it. The only thing I wanted to do in my life was to make images."
Milton and his wife, Shirley, moved to the West Side last August. "I
guess it was the opportunity to find the right physical space. I like the
neighborhood because of the mix of working class, middle class, and
upper class. ... That really is the richest thing the urban scene offers."
The number of Westside restaurants listed in _The Underground Gourmet_
has sharply increased over the years. Among his favorite dining spots of
all price ranges are Ying's on Columbus Avenue (at 70th St.), the Cafe
des Artistes (1 West 67th St.), and the Harbin Inn (2637 Broadway).
Look in any New York subway station and you'll see a poster advertising
the School of Visual Arts. It shows two identical men in a room. One is
lying on a bed and the other is floating in the air. The caption reads:
"Having a talent isn't worth much unless you know what to do with it."
Milton Glaser, the designer of that poster, is a supreme example of a man
with many talents who knows what to do with all of them.
********
12-3-77
"What is architecture? It's the whole built environment. It's the outside of
a building, the inside, the function; it serves social needs, physical needs.
... And a building has an obligation to work well with the buildings
around it -- at least in the city."
The speaker is Paul Goldberger, architecture critic for the _New York
Times_. His immaculate suit and tie, refined manners, dry wit, and
somewhat formal way of speaking seem to mark him a Timesman even
more than the carefully researched, colorfully written articles that have
poured out of his pen in the last four years.
"I guess the question is, do you consider the World Trade Center two
buildings?" he says. "I guess it's like asking whether Grover Cleveland
was two presidents or one because he served two non-consecutive terms.
... The World Trade Center was not necessary built functionally or very
pleasing aesthetically. It was built as a kind of symbol of power by the
Port Authority. I'm used to it now; human beings can adapt to anything.
I even like going to the restaurant at the top and the restaurant at the
bottom. It's the floors in the middle I don't like."
Lincoln Center, too, draws his barbs. "I find it very pretentious. Rather
boring, really. It's a set of imitations of classical themes. The buildings
are an unfortunate compromise because the builders were afraid to build
something really modern, or to design something that really looked like
a classical building. ... There's a feeling that they sort of want to be
modern and sort of want to be classical and end up being a very
unsatisfying compromise."
Why would a sophisticated Timesman choose the West Side over the East?
"There are many more wonderful buildings on the West Side," says
Goldberger. Unfortunately not many of the buildings on the West Side
have been kept up as well as the East Side. ... In terms of apartment
house architecture, Central Park West is probably the best street in New
York. It has all the grandeur and beauty and monumentality of Fifth
Avenue and it also has the relaxed atmosphere."
There's not one West Side," he continues. "There's at least 10. Around
here is one neighborhood. Riverside Drive is another. Up by Columbia is
another. ... One of the reasons I like my own neighborhood is because
though it is very much West Side, it's handy to the East Side and
midtown. I walk through the park all the time."
Any chance that Manhattan's skyscrapers will eventually weigh down the
island? "No," replies the critic emphatically. "First, the island is very,
very solid rock and nothing could cause it to sink. The other factor,
especially today, is that buildings are not all that heavy, because they're
being built with lighter materials and more modern engineering methods.
So a huge new building like the Citicorp, which is 900 feet high, is not
any heavier than a building 500 feet high built 30 years ago. And since we
don't have earthquakes, this is probably the safest environment in the
world to build a skyscraper."
********
4-14-79
"Pardon me -- just one more call to make," said Milton Goldman, pushing
the buttons on his nearest desk phone. "Go on, you can ask me questions
at the same time," he added, holding the receiver to his ear.
"Are you the biggest theatrical agent in the world?" I said. He returned
my gaze evenly.
"I can't resist talent, and when I see a talented young actor or actress, I
want very much to help realize their potential by opening as many doors
as I can for them," he explained, gripping the arms of his chair. "I don't
think of my job as work. For me, it's fun. And I never know where the
one begins and the other ends. Because I'm that lucky individual whose
private life and public life are one and the same thing."
Every year he takes a vacation to Europe on the Queen Elizabeth II. "I'm
in Paris for a week and London for about three weeks." In slow, carefully
chosen sentences, he stated, "I represent many English clients because my
knowledge of the English theatre is probably better than anyone else in the
American theatre. Every year in London, I get the same suite in the Savoy
Hotel and give great parties. I go to at least eight plays a week --
sometimes as many as 10. So I get to see all the plays in London. And I
know all the English actors and they know me." Among his British
clients: Sir Laurence Olivier, Sir Ralph Richardson and Sir John Gielgud.
The actor's life, he believes, "is a sad and a difficult one. Every time you
get a good part, the next part has to be bigger -- more money. As you
reach the top, it becomes tougher and tougher to get those parts."
Nevertheless, Goldman does not find his own job at all frustrating.
"Pressures? Yes, there are many pressures. But I have said this before:
there are so many rewards for me when I see a client in whom I believe
get a great break in the theatre or films of television. It's a source of great
satisfaction. And with the number of clients I represent, each day brings
some rewards. That's why I've often said to clients: 'I have many lives
to live.'"
********
6-23-79
Tammy Grimes is one of the few Broadway stars to have received Tony
Awards in two categories -- for best Musical Comedy Actress in _The
Unsinkable Molly Brown_ (1961), and for Best Dramatic Actress in Noel
Coward's _Private Lives_ (1969). In a sense, she is Molly Brown
personified -- a powerful stage presence whose charm, beauty, and pure
talent make her shine in every production she takes part in, regardless of
the overall merit of the show itself.
"It's about three women who get together on Father's Day," says Miss
Grimes in an interview at her Upper East Side apartment. "They live in
the same building, and they're divorced. It shows how the three of them
are coping with the situation. My feeling is that they don't want to be
divorced. It's a very well-written play -- a comedy. ... It's at the same
theatre where _In Cold Storage_ started."
The interview takes place in her softly decorated bedroom looking out on
a garden. Tammy is propped up on pillows beneath the covers, smoking
a cigarette and sipping a bottle of Tab as she apologizes for her condition.
"It may have been the caviar I had last night," she says, cheerful in spite
of her discomfort. Her pixyish features expand easily into a grin, and at
45 she has lost none of the childlike playfulness that first propelled her to
stardom. But the most surprising quality about Tammy Grimes is her
throaty British accent. Although she has done little work in England, her
normal speaking voice is far more British than American -- a fact which,
for some reason, she strenuously denies. "I spent a lot of time doing
British comedy," she explains, "but I don't sound British!"
The following year, 1960, saw _The Unsinkable Molly Brown_ reach
Broadway. It was the most expensive musical ever mounted until then,
and became a smash. Tammy played the role 1,800 times; she missed only
13 performances. "I believe that if you can speak, you should be up
there," she says. "Even today, people will stop me and say, 'We came in
from North Carolina to see you, and when we got to the theatre, you
weren't there.'"
Tammy has been at her present East Side address since 1969. Though she
likes to cook, she also frequents many restaurants including Veau d'Or
and Gino's.
Asked to evaluate her career as a whole, Tammy notes that all but one of
the shows she has done "seemed to open and close in a natural way.
There's always a reason why a play ends prematurely. ... It's nice to
please the public, but you can't constantly be thinking that they will accept
this but not something else from you. You have to go by your feelings.
If something is good, the public will go to see it."
********
5-21-77
It's just after 10 on a Wednesday evening when Delores Hall steps out of
the Lyceum Theatre's stage door onto 46th Street. At least 20 fans are
waiting; they give a cheer as she emerges and rush toward her. Delores
Hall smiles broadly as she autographs their programs, for these fans are
hers. She has worked hard to become a Broadway star, and now in _Your
Arms Too Short to Box with God_ she is precisely that.
"No, I'm not really tired," says Ms. Hall a few minutes later over a snack
at the All-State Cafe. "I'm still at a peak of energy from the show. That
was my second performance today, but I could do another one if I had
to."
Asking Delores about her earlier days brings a flood of memories and
laughter. She's a happy, bouncy woman and seems as pleased to talk as
any friendly neighbor. "When I was 3 I discovered I had vibrato," she
recalls. "My mother taught me everything I know about singing. I can
remember her hitting me in the stomach, showing me how to breathe. But
whatever she did, she did it right. I was 4 when I first sang in public; they
stood me on a table. I can remember some people throwing 50-cent
pieces."
Born in Kansas City slightly more than 30 years ago, Delores grew up
with music in her ears. Her father played the bass for Count Basie, and
her mother was -- and still is -- a missionary in the Church of God in
Christ, which produces gospel singers the way southern universities raise
football players. Young Delores began singing regularly at the church
services -- an activity she continued when her family moved to Los
Angeles. When Delores entered college she formed her own gospel group,
an act so popular that she soon left school to become a full-time musician.
Later, Harry Belafonte invited the Delores Hall Singers to tour with him
for six months.
"Harry is a beautiful man," Delores grins. "He came to the show a month
or so ago, and afterwards he went backstage and somebody introduced us.
He said, 'Miss Hall, I've heard so much about you,' and then he
screamed, and we jumped into each other's arms.
Delores has lived in New York since 1969. Five years ago she moved to
the West Side. "People are so much warmer here," she says. Her
remarkable singing has won her parts in half a dozen Broadway shows,
but with _Box_, for the first time, she suddenly found herself the star of
a hit production. Clive Barnes, in a highly positive review in the _New
York Times_, declares: "Miss Hall has the audience in the palm of her
voice." The all-black cast of this musical adaptation of the Book of
Matthew has been packing the Lyceum since Christmas, and advance
ticket sales go to October.
In spite of Ms. Hall's unbroken musical success, her life has not been
without personal tragedy. Just before the Broadway premiere of _Box_
last December 22, she suffered the heartbreaking loss of her only brother,
a minister. "It was very hard to open the show," she recalls, "but I got
through it with the help of God."
Delores lives on West 72nd Street with her husband of seven years,
Michael Goodstone. Whenever she can, Delores joins Michael at temple
in Westchester County: "I find it very uplifting spiritually, because I
believe God is everywhere." Each Sunday the couple both attend the
Church of God in Christ. "Some people call it the Holy Roller church,"
she explains. "After the service, we go downstairs for a piece of the best
fried chicken."
Ms. Hall's face glows with pride when she speaks of Deardra, her 14
year-old daughter from a previous marriage: "My daughter is a singer,
too. She won the music award from her school." Deardra is hoping to
enter New York's High School of Performing Arts this fall.
Plans for the future? Delores would like to try grand opera someday --
possibly the role of Aida. And a new record album is not far off. Several
years ago she recorded her first album for RCA. Since she began drawing
national attention in _Box_, some tempting offers have come in from
recording companies, and her manager is in the process of negotiating a
contract. The new album may be either gospel or middle of the road: "I'm
praying very hard, so it depends on what the Lord says."
But for the moment, Delores Hall is well satisfied at filling the Lyceum
Theatre seven times each week. "This show I love so much," she says,
her eyes sparkling, "because it takes me home."
********
6-24-78
The world's greatest celebration of jazz, the Newport Jazz Festival, will
get off the ground on June 23 -- its 25th consecutive year. During the 12
day festival, in indoor and outdoor settings all over Manhattan and
beyond, the most important names in jazz will stage nearly 30 major
musical events.
More than half the concerts, appropriately enough, will take place on the
West Side, in Carnegie Hall and Avery Fisher Hall. And just as
appropriately, this year's festival will be dedicated to a Westsider whose
life has been an inspiration to millions of people, not only for the great
music he has created, but for a heart as large as the Grand Canyon. To
call him merely a giant of jazz could be an understatement, because they
don't come any bigger than Lionel Hampton.
Ask a dozen people what the name Lionel Hampton means to them and
you're likely to get a dozen answers -- all of them correct. In his 50 years
as a professional musician, "Hamp" has used his remarkable gifts humbly,
wisely, and unselfishly.
Music historians will always remember him as the man who introduced
the vibraphone into jazz. This he accomplished in 1930, while playing
with Louis Armstrong. Ever since, Hampton has been known as the
world's foremost master of the instrument. He is also a leading drummer,
pianist, singer, arranger, bandleader and composer. At 69, he continues
to work nearly 50 weeks out of the year, taking his band to every corner
of the U.S. and Europe. But whether he's making a live recording in a
nightclub or performing his own symphonic works with the Boston
Symphony Orchestra, Lionel Hampton glows with a spiritual energy that
extends far beyond his music.
"When I was in Chicago this week, at the Playboy Cub, they gave me a
new set of drums, with lights inside. I push a button and the whole drum
lights up. I'm going to use them for Newport. This is the latest thing. It
will blow their minds. We open on July first in Carnegie Hall and I'm
bringing back a lot of veterans from my band."
Some 15 years later, Hampton was invited to join the Benny Goodman
band in New York. His acceptance of the offer had great social
significance, for it was the first time that blacks and whites played
together in a major musical group.
>From 1937 to 1971 he lived in central Harlem. Then, after moving to the
West Side, Hampton decided that he wanted to help upgrade his old
neighborhood, so, on the advice of Governor Nelson Rockefeller, he
raised $1 million in seed money and filed an application with the Urban
Development Corporation for some new housing. Today there are 355
families living in the Lionel Hampton Houses at 130th Street and 8th
Avenue." I was just designated the land right next to it," he says proudly.
"We're going to break ground next year. It will be 250 family units,
dedicated to my late wife Gladys. The Gladys Hampton Building."
A friend of many important public figures, Hampton has never lost his
affection for Richard Nixon: "When I was a kid in California, President
Nixon was our congressman. Then he became our senator. He was a good
man and a good politician. He helped the blacks a lot; he helped the
Spanish. I campaigned for him when he ran for president. ... What
happened with Watergate, I don't know. That's high politics. But I know
I always had high esteem for him."
My questions are finished. I get up and shake Lionel's hand, telling him
that I've always loved his music. He dashes into his bedroom, bringing
out four records for me to take home. He shakes my hand twice more.
On my way to the door, I ask him one last question: Does he still have
time to read the Bible every day?
"Yes," he replies, grinning, "That's what I was doing when you came
here and that's what I'm going to do after you leave."
********
3-11-78
During the final days of World War II, a captured resistance member sat
alone in a black prison cell, tired, hungry, tortured, and convinced of
approaching death. After weeks of torment, the prisoner was sure that
there was no hope, that no one knew or cared. But in the middle of the
night, the door of the cell opened, and the jailer, shouting abuse into the
darkness, threw a loaf of bread onto the dirt floor. The prisoner, by this
time ravenous, tore open the loaf.
Inside was a matchbox. Inside the matchbox were matches and a scrap of
paper. The prisoner lit a match. On the paper was a single word:
"Coraggio!" Courage. Take courage. Don't give up, don't give in. We are
trying to help you. "Coraggio!"
The prisoner never did find out who wrote the one-word message, but the
spark of hope it provided may well have saved his life. The story is told
in _Matchbox_, the newspaper of Amnesty International U.S.A., one of
the largest branches of the worldwide human rights organization that
received the Nobel Peace Prize for 1977.
A 100-member research team in London makes sure that every new case
is thoroughly documented before assigning it to an "adoption group" of 12
to 20 people. This group generally receives the names of three prisoners
from three different political systems, and meets once a month to work on
the cases until a result is obtained.
The Riverside adoption group, dating back to 1966, was the first one
established in the U.S. Today there are more than 100 in 32 states. All of
these are monitored by David Hawk and his staff of 20 full-time workers
at their Westside office. The $750,000 annual U.S. budget comes from
members' contributions, foundations, and church agencies.
Hawk assumed the leadership of A.I.-U.S.A. in 1974. "In the early '60s
I worked in the civil rights movement in the Deep South," he recalls.
"From 1967 to 1972 I was one of the organizers of the Moratorium
Against the War. Then I worked in the McGovern campaign."
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12-22-79
"We don't think in terms of price at all. Whatever we sell has got to be
up to our standard in quality material, quality workmanship, and quality
of design. ... You see, you've got to have a point of view in this thing.
That's all we've got is a point of view, and we stick to it."
The current 180-page catalogue lists almost 100 items under $25, along
with such unabashed luxuries as a porcelain dessert service for six priced
at $4,200 and an unpriced "seashell" necklace of 18-carat gold with
diamonds set in platinum. Tiffany's carries no synthetic gems because,
according to Hoving, "everything here is real," and no men's diamond
rings because "we think they're vulgar." He adds: "I dropped antique
silver. I saw no reason why Tiffany should carry it. You can get antiques
anyplace. Our job is to make antiques for the future."
Since 1963, Tiffany has opened branch stores in five other cities. Several
floors in the Fifth Avenue headquarters house artists, engravers,
clockmakers and jewelry craftsmen. There is also a Tiffany factory in
New Jersey.
Jane Pickens Hoving, his wife since 1977, is the founder and chairman of
an organization known as Tune in New York, which matches volunteers
to jobs best suited for their talents and interests. It is about to open a
headquarters at 730 Fifth Avenue, across from Tiffany's.
His son Thomas Hoving served as commissioner of parks for New York
City and for many years was director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
He recently wrote a book on Tutankhamen and has another book in the
works.
An Eastsider for over 50 years, Walter Hoving walks more than three
miles a day between his home and office. He frequently mixes with
customers in the store, and one of his favorite anecdotes is about the time
he spoke with a woman who was registering her daughter for wedding
presents. "The woman said that she and her husband wanted everything
to come from Tiffany's because they were sure if it was from Tiffany's
it would be all right," relates Hoving. "I said, 'What does your husband
do?' She said, 'He is a letter carrier.' Well, I felt better than if I had sold
Mrs. Astorbilt a million-dollar diamond ring."
********
2-9-80
Its monthly circulation of 600,000 makes _Gourmet_ the most widely read
food publication in the English-speaking world. But Jacobs, who is
responsible for writing three lengthy reviews per issue, is quick to point
out that, in spite of his knowledge of the business and his love of cooking,
he would never consider opening a restaurant himself.
"I think everybody born in this century has fantasized about a restaurant,
but I think it would be insane," he says in a voice as rich and mellow as
vintage port. "One of the great tragedies of the restaurant business is that
people who cook well at home often think that's all it takes. ... If you've
got any interest in food and the least bit of talent, you can probably cook
a better meal for four people than you'll ever get in any restaurant in the
world -- if you want to invest that kind of labor and time, and
concentration. But there's a huge gap between doing that and serving
anywhere from 70 to 130 people at night, all wanting different dishes. It
becomes a tremendous problem of strategy and logistics."
Affable, low-keyed, and very small of stature, Jacob displays a wry wit
while telling how he began his career as a painter, cartoonist and
illustrator before turning to full-time writing in 1956. For years he worked
mainly for art publications, and he still writes a bimonthly column for
_theArtgallery_ magazine. His first book, a quickie titled _RFK: His Life
and Death_, came out in 1968. He is also the author of _A History of
Gastronomy_, _New York a la Carte_, and _Winning the Restaurant
Game_ (McGraw-Hill, 1980).
His next book, _Winning the Kitchen Game_, is due from McGraw-Hill
next winter.
Jacobs dines out at least once a day while in the city. He visits restaurants
several times before doing a review -- always anonymously, and generally
accompanied by others. "My job," he says, "is to find worthwhile places
that our readers will want to go to. The magazine's policy is not to do
unfavorable reviews. If I think a place stinks, I don't go back and I don't
review it. ... Most of our readers are knowledgeable about food,
somewhat self-indulgent, affluent, and well-travelled. When they come
into New York, they don't want to find some cut-rate taco house, and they
don't want to know about the bad places. They're only in for a few days,
and they want to hit the high spots.
"The daily press have a different readership and a different function. ...
When they do a favorable review, it can damage a restaurant in that it
generates a sudden spurt of interest that the restaurant can't handle."
The father of four boys, Jacobs is a very sociable person who enjoys
throwing parties for 50 to 60. To prepare the food, he says, "I lock
myself in the kitchen for three or four days."
His _Gourmet_ reviews are so detailed that Jacobs gets letters from
readers across the country who tell how they have recreated a night at the
Four Seasons or 21 "by analyzing what I have written, and approximating
the dishes." But what makes his job particularly gratifying is the restaurant
people themselves.
"I'm very impressed by these restaurant guys. If you travel in Europe you
see them when they're 13 years old, schlepping suitcases in some motel
and dreaming of the day when they open their own restaurant. They
usually come out of small towns or even villages, and don't have the
benefit of birth or upbringing or schooling. And the next thing you know,
it's 30 years later and they can converse very adequately with Henry
Kissinger or Jackie Onassis or anyone else, and maintain a business and
make it work."
********
5-26-79
"It's nice to be a vampire eight times a week," says Raul Julia, the star
of _Dracula_ at the Martin Beck Theatre. Last October he took over the
role made famous by Frank Langella, and now Julia -- pronounced "Hoo
lia" by his Puerto Rican countrymen -- has developed a cult following of
his own, in this classic remake of the 1927 Broadway hit.
Some critics have said that the sets and costumes by Edward Gorey are
the centerpieces of the show, more so than any of the performers. But
Raul Julia is rapidly becoming a local matinee idol, drawing fan mail by
the bagful and constantly meeting crowds of autograph seekers outside the
stage door.
Like Richard Chamberlain, who in 1970 played Hamlet with great success
on the British stage, Julia is equally at home in British and American
plays. He has starred in many of Joseph Papp's New York Shakespeare
Festival productions, and has received three Tony nominations for his
dramatic and musical roles on Broadway.
He sips a glass of apricot juice while a makeup artist brushes his jet black
hair straight back and starts to darken his eyes. Removing his shoes, Raul
tells all sorts of little anecdotes about his life as the famous Count.
"I usually eat very little during the day. I go to sleep at about five,
sometimes six. Maybe I'm getting a Dracula schedule," he says with a
laugh. "Some people who see the show write and say they're going to
keep their windows open at night.
"I hear that Bela Lugosi was buried in a Dracula costume. I also hear that
Boris Karloff came to the funeral home to visit him and looked down at
the coffin and said, 'You're not kidding are you sweetie?'"
Dracula the character is more than 500 years old; Julia the actor declines
to give his age. "Actors should be ageless," he says. "You see, what age
does, it limits you to a certain category." He doesn't mind telling his
height, however. "Eight foot four," he quips. "No, six two."
He was, in fact, born 30-odd years ago in San Juan. In 1964, after
graduating from the university there, he was performing in a local
nightclub revue, and comedian Orson Bean happened to be in the
audience. Bean urged him to come to New York, and introduced him to
Wynn Handman of the American Place Theatre. Although he had not
studied acting formally, Raul's natural ability and his versatility soon
began to pay off. Within two years he was playing lead roles for Joseph
Papp.
Married for the past three years to dancer/actress Merel Poloway, Raul
devotes a great deal of his spare time to a charitable organization called
the Hunger Project. "The purpose of the group is to support anything that
will help bring an end to hunger by 1997. Our goal is to transform the
atmosphere that exists now,. That says that hunger is inevitable. All the
experts and scientists agree that we have the means right now to end the
starvation on the planet."
A resident of the Upper West Side for the past 10 years, Raul has two
major projects coming up -- the title role of Othello for Shakespeare-in
the-Park this summer and a movie called _Isabel_, which he will film in
Puerto Rico this spring: "I wanted to be in it because it's a totally Puerto
Rican venture, and I want to encourage the beginning of a quality movie
industry."
Raul wraps the cloak around himself and heads out of the dressing room.
He looks back at me and smiles. "Yes," he replies. "_Now_ it is."
********
3-24-79
At the 1939 World's Fair in New York, a time capsule was filled with
memorabilia thought to be representative of 20th-century American
culture, and scheduled to be opened by historians 5,000 years later.
Among the objects chosen was a comic magazine that had appeared for
the first time that year, the creation of an 18-year-old artist and writer
named Bob Kane. Whoever chose the contents of the time capsule must
have been prophetic, because today, 40 years later, few characters in
American fantasy or fiction are so well known as Kane's pulp hero --
Batman.
"It was a big success from the very beginning," says the cartoonist, a tall,
wiry, powerful-looking man of 58 whose tanned, leathery features bear a
striking resemblance to those of Bruce Wayne, Batman's secret identity.
"Superman started in 1938, and the same company, D.C. Comics, was
looking for another superhero. I happened to be in the right place at the
right time.
"The first year, Batman was more evil, more sinister. My concept was for
him to scare the hell out of the denizens of the underworld. And then the
second year, I introduced Robin, because I realized he would appeal to the
children's audience. That's when the strip really took hold."
The walls of his Eastside apartment are covered with vintage hand-drawn
panels by America's most famous cartoonists, and Kane, with his casual
attire, his broad New York accent, and his habit of twirling his glasses
around while slumped far down in his easy chair, would not seem out of
place as a character in Maggie and Jiggs. Yet he likes to consider himself
a serious artist, and has, in fact, had some notable achievements in his
"second career," which began in 1966 when he resigned from D.C.
Comics, on the heels of the successful _Batman_ TV series.
"I got tired of working over the drawing board after 30 years. I wanted
to be an entrepreneur -- painter, screenplay writer, and producer." Since
that time, he has built up a large body of work -- oil paintings,
watercolors, pen and ink sketches and lithographs, most of them depicting
characters from Batman. They have been purchased by leading
universities, famous private collectors, and New York's Museum of
Modern Art.
As a writer, Kane has created four animated cartoon series for television,
has penned a screenplay for Paramount Pictures, _The Silent Gun_, has
written an autobiography titled _Batman and Me_ (due to be published
next year), and has completed a screenplay for a full-length Batman
movie. Recently, he has also emerged as an active participant in charitable
causes, such as UNICEF, Cerebral Palsy and the American Cancer
Society.
Kane has lived on the East Side for the past 15 years and has no plans to
leave. Asked about his early years, he tells of growing up poor in the
Bronx. "I used to draw on all the sidewalks, and black out the teeth of the
girls on the subway posters. I used to copy all the comics as a kid, too.
That was my school of learning. ... My greatest influence in creating
Batman was a sketch by Leonardo da Vinci of a flying machine, which I
saw when I was 13 years old. It showed a man on a sled with huge bat
wings attached to it. To me, it looked like a bat man. And that same year,
I saw a movie called _The Mark of Zorro_, with Douglas Fairbanks
Senior. Zorro fought for the downtrodden and he had a cave in the
mountainside, and wore a mask, which gave me the idea for Batman's
dual identity and the Batmobile."
********
1-20-79
For the pat few months at least, the hottest soap opera on television has
been CBS' _The Guiding Light_, which reaches approximately 10 million
viewers nationwide. The show has 22 regular characters, and right now
the one who is getting the most attention is Rita Stapleton, a beautiful but
deceitful nurse who recently brought up the ratings for the week when she
was raped by her ex-lover on the night before her engagement to another
man. It was all in a day's work for Westsider Lenore Kasdorf, who
portrays the popular villainess.
Being the star of an hour-long "soap" means that Lenore often has to work
from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. inside the mazelike studio, so that in winter, an
entire week may go by when she doesn't see sunlight. Although she
receives a tremendous number of fan letters, Lenore does not have time
to answer most of them.
"I'm not a letter writer anyway," she explains. "There are times when
someone is so sincere that you feel you really want to respond. I have had
people send me a dollar check for postage. My heart goes out sometimes;
I get guilty when I read my mail. This audience is very responsive. They
love to comment about the show. I get a lot of identifying mail. Some
people say, 'You're like the sister I wish I had.' Sometimes there's
strange mail. Sometimes there's lewd mail, which is removed before I can
read it." She laughs vigorously. "That's fine with me, because then I can
enjoy all my mail."
Asked about which part of the Upper West Side she lives in, Lenore
declines to say. "I have some fans who would follow my footprints in the
snow. You have to be careful. My husband and I tend to stay in the
neighborhood a lot, and I'd hate to ruin our indiscreet little way of getting
around. ... In New York people are used to seeing Al Pacino walking
down the street, or Jackie O. shopping at the corner. But out of town --
at first they're not sure if it's you. A lot of people come up to me and
say, 'Do you ever watch _The Guiding Light_? You look so much like
that girl.' I usually tell them who I am. I can't see any point in lying.
Face it, that's part of the reason we're doing this. I'm sure there's a ham
in every actor, whether they're shy about it or not."
Her husband, actor Phil Peters, recently won the part of Dr. Steven
Farrell on _As The World Turns_, another CBS soap opera. Within a few
weeks, however, there was a change of writers. "The new writers wanted
to bring in their own characters," says Lenore, "so on the show, Phil just
disappeared in the night. He never showed up for his wedding. All the
other characters were saying, 'Where could he be?'" She laughs at the
recollection of what happened soon afterward when she and her husband
were visiting Fredericksburg, Virginia: "A woman came up behind Phil
while we were eating dinner, and said, 'Shame on you! How could you
run off on that pretty little thing?'"
"You can tell from mail that you do help people, whether you mean to or
not," says the actress with obvious satisfaction. "I've gotten letters saying,
'Seeing Rita through that difficulty has enlightened me about my own
situation.' She has not helped by example, because Rita doesn't always do
things right. But she shows how much trouble you can get into by
behaving the way she does, and in that way I think she helps people avoid
the same mistakes."
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12-29-79
On January 1, 1980, the curtain will finally ring down on _Da_, Hugh
Leonard's strikingly original and poignant drama about a man's fond
memories of his working-class Irish father. _Da_ won four Tony Awards
in 1978, including Best Play. Since July 30, the title role has been ably
filled by Brian Keith, an actor perhaps best known for playing "Uncle
Bill" in the situation comedy _Family Affair_, one of television's most
popular shows from 1966 to 1971. Recently he has been seen in the TV
specials _Centennial, The Chisholms_ and _The Seekers_. In his long,
illustrious career, the 57-year-old actor has starred in four other TV series
and appeared in more than 60 motion pictures.
"I hadn't been to New York for years and years and years, and when we
came here for a vacation last winter, I saw a play every night for a couple
of weeks," says Keith. "_Da_ was the only one I thought I'd really like
to do sometime." Not long afterward, Barnard Hughes, the Tony Award
winning star of _Da_, decided to tour with the show, and Keith was
offered a five-month contract to replace him. Delighted with the chance
to return to Broadway in such a compelling role after a 27-year absence,
Keith quickly said yes. Bringing his wife and children to New York for
an extended visit, he again chose the Upper East Side as a place to live.
Taking over the role of Da with only about 20 hours of rehearsal, says
Keith, was "just a matter of trouping it." He didn't find the task too
difficult, partly because of his Irish background. Asked how far back his
ancestry goes, Keith laughs and says, "How far back? If you go back far
enough, you never stop. I'm Irish on both sides. On my father's side they
came over in Revolutionary days. On my mother's side, five or six
generations. It stays, though. The first time I went to Ireland, I felt the
whole deja vu thing. I knew what I'd see around the next corner when I
walked."
He was born in the backstage of a theatre in Bayonne, New Jersey. "I was
there about a week. I'm always getting letter from people saying: 'I'm
from Bayonne too!' My parents were actors, so we went everywhere. ...
I went to high school in Long Island. Very ... very nothing. And I didn't
care a damn thing about acting."
When the conversation lands on _Meteor_, his latest movie, Keith declines
comment, choosing to speak instead of _The Last of the Mountain Men_,
a feature film that was completed in July and is scheduled for a Easter
release. "Charlton Heston and I co-star. It's about two trappers in the
West in 1830, and what happens to them when the beaver period comes
to a close. The two guys are like Sundance and Butch. But damn well
written. It's one of the best scripts I ever read. Heston's kid wrote it. He
worked for a couple of years up around Idaho and Montana as a river
guide. There's not a wasted word in the script."
Many of his films and TV shows Keith has never seen. "If it's some piece
of junk, I don't see why I should bother. It's bad enough you did it. But
to live through it again!. ... You can't sit around and wait for something
you think is _worthy_ of you."
Brian and his wife Victoria have two children. Mimi, his daughter from
a previous marriage, is a member of the Pennsylvania Ballet Company.
Between acting assignments, says Keith with affection, he spends most of
his time "raising the damn kids. It's a 24-hour job. We do a lot of outdoor
stuff, because in Hawaii you can, all year round. We go on the beach and
camp out and all that crap."
He finds that being based in Hawaii causes no problems with his career.
"It doesn't make any difference where you live," Keith growls softly.
"People live in London, in Spain, in Switzerland. You don't go around
looking for jobs. You wait till your agent calls you and you get on a plane
and go. You can be halfway around the world overnight, from anywhere.
It beats Bayonne."
********
7-22-78
But the boy got even. The play opened a few nights later and was a total
disaster. Lewis was sitting gloomily in the dressing room after the final
curtain when a note was hand-delivered to him by an usher. He opened it
and read, in his own handwriting: "Why don't you find a hobby that isn't
a nuisance to other people?"
The story is one of dozens told in Harold Kennedy's book, _No Pickle,
No Performance_, published this month by Doubleday. The book is a
fascinating collection of true-life anecdotes stored up by Kennedy during
his four decades in the theatre as a director, actor, and playwright on
Broadway and across the country. The subtitle of his book is "An
Irreverent Theatrical Excursion from Tallulah to Travolta," and he has
written chapters about his experiences with both of these stars, in addition
to Orson Welles, Charlton Heston, Thornton Wilder, Gloria Swanson,
Steve Allen, and others who are less well known today but were legends
in their time.
Unknown to Taylor, the stage crew was so enraged by her antics that they
performed "a little ceremony" with the pickle before giving it to her.
Gloria Swanson later said: "Poor Miss Taylor. Can't you see her shopping
around to every delicatessen in New York complaining that she can never
find a pickle to match the caliber of the one she had in New Jersey."
Those who have seen portions of the Ginger Rogers chapter in a recent
issue of _New York_ magazine might think the book is malicious, but this
is not the case. Says Kennedy: "It just tells what happened, and some
people come out better than others."
The chapter begins: "It seems that Ginger Rogers never smiles. It may be
that someone has told her it would crack her face. It may be more likely
that she's a lady devoid of one smidgin of one inch of a sense of humor."
The author describes her as "colder than anyone else I had met. Totally
unlike her screen self -- which only goes to prove what a good actress she
is."
He reveals Rogers at her worst when she attempts to make an actor out
of her no-talent fifth husband, G. William Marshall, at the expense of
Kennedy and everyone else in the cast. The couple were still on their
honeymoon, and Rogers demanded that Bill be given the role of her
leading man in _Bell, Book and Candle_. The results were disastrous.
Detroit's leading critic wrote after the opening: "The program lists Mr.
Marshall as having been acquainted with many phases of show business.
Last night he showed not even a nodding acquaintance with any of them."
Kennedy writes at the chapter's end: "Hopefully Ginger will find another
husband. As it turned out, the last one apparently worked out worse for
her than it did for me." Rogers is apparently considering a lawsuit against
the author.
Two years ago he directed John Travolta for a summer stock company
that opened to hordes of screaming teenagers in Skowhegan, Maine.
Whenever Travolta made in entrance or an exit, Kennedy tells in the
chapter titled "John Who?", he caused such a commotion that the play
virtually came to a halt. "John is a darling. He's such a lovely boy," says
the author. "He'd kiss me full on the lips when we met and parted. And
I say that with no sense of implication. In the theatre, we've always been
relaxed about an expression of affection. ... I thought in _Saturday Night
Fever_ he was a star in the old tradition -- in the tradition of Tyrone
Power. ... I couldn't call John intelligent, but he'll own the movie
industry in two years. And he has things in his contract that no other stars
have had, like approval of the final cut of the movie."
"I kind of wish she would, just to get some publicity for the book," he
muses. "Of course, she's a fool if she does, because she'd never win, and
the people who haven't heard of the book will rush out and get it. ... But
I can say one thing: if there's a package from Ginger waiting for me in
my dressing room, I'm going to have it dumped in water."
********
6-9-79
It was 3 p.m., and as usual, Anna Kisselgoff was sitting before the
computer-typewriter at the _New York Times'_ newsroom, putting the
finishing touches on her latest dance review. She had spent the morning
doing research, and had arrived at the _Times_ building around noon to
begin writing the article directly on the computer terminal, using her notes
taken the night before at a dance performance. At 8 o'clock that evening,
she would be attending yet another performance, but for the moment at
least, Miss Kisselgoff had a little time to herself, and when we sat down
to talk in her three-walled cubicle office facing the relatively quiet
newsroom, she seemed noticeably relaxed and cheerful, notwithstanding
the pile of opened and unopened mail piled high on her desk.
"We get no help: that's the problem," she said, in a clear, even voice with
a tone that recalled Mary Tyler Moore. "We have one secretary for nine
people in the arts and architecture department. She's terribly
overworked," Anne went on, sweeping her hands like an orchestra
conductor toward the stack of mail. "You're looking at what's left after
I've thrown away half of it. I make up the review schedule for the week
based on these releases."
Petite, attractive, and looking somewhat younger than her 41 years, the
effervescent Miss Kisselgoff soon got to the root of her problem.
"I think the decade of the 1960s had something to do with it. That was
when choreographers like Balanchine and Merce Cunningham, who used
pure movement, became most popular. The audience that came to see
them was a new audience that was already comfortable with abstraction.
They didn't require story ballets. One of the problems with dance in the
past was the people thought they wouldn't be able to understand it. But if
you like plotless ballet, you don't have to understand any more than what
you see. I think Marshall McLuhan was right: this is the age of television.
This generation is used to watching images without getting bored."
She has no favorite dancers, but her favorite choreographers come down
to two -- George Balanchine and Martha Graham. "You don't have any
young choreographers now who are really the stature of the old ones. I
can't give a reason why, except that it happened historically that the 1930s
turned out to be the most creative period in dance -- not just in the United
States, but in most parts of the world. That's when the modern dance
pioneers became active. People like Martha Graham are revolutionaries,
and you just don't get them in every generation. ... This applies to the
other arts as well. Who are the great opera composers of today? And
frankly, are there any Tolstoys?"
Born in Paris, Anna arrived on the Upper West Side at the age of one.
She attended Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania and later spent four
years in Paris as a general reporter for several English-language
newspapers, but otherwise she has been a lifelong Westsider. Dance has
always been one of her prime interests: she studied ballet for 10 years
while a child, and remained an avid fan long after realizing she would not
become a professional dancer.
In the mid-1960s, Anna wrote an article on a major dance festival for the
international edition of the _New York Times_ in Paris. This led to
similar assignments. In October 1968, shortly after she returned to
Manhattan, the _Times_ hired her to assist chief dance critic Clive Barnes.
She quickly found herself writing many first-string reviews, and when
Barnes resigned almost two years ago, Kisselgoff was named to replace
him.
One of the disadvantages of her job, Anna pointed out, is that she is
frequently approached by strangers at intermission. "I feel that everybody
who agrees or disagrees with me can do so by mail. I don't want to have
long discussions with people I don't know, because I think it's an invasion
of my privacy as a person."
The advantages, however, far outweigh the inconveniences. "I can even
enjoy bad dance," she quickly added. "That's why I'm very happy doing
this job. The day that I'll no longer be interested in watching a dance
performance, I think I should quit and go on to something else."
********
8-4-79
George Lang, artist and perfectionist, could have become a success in any
of a hundred professions. In 1946, when he arrived in the U.S. from his
native Hungary, he got a job as violinist with the Dallas Symphony. But
Lang soon discovered that the orchestra pit was too confining for a man
of his vision. He might have turned to composition or conducting; instead
he decided to switch to a different field entirely -- cooking. Today, at 54,
he is the George Balanchine of the food world -- a "culinary
choreographer" with an international reputation for knowing virtually
everything relevant that is to be known about food preparation and
restaurants.
His large-scale projects in the past few years include food consulting and
design for Marriot Motor Hotels, Holiday Inn, the Cunard Lines, and
Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos. He was the chief planner for The
Market, a three-level, 20-shop marketplace in the East Side's Citicorp
Center. In 1975, when he took over the West Side's famous Cafe des
Artistes, the business quadrupled within weeks.
A prolific author as well, Lang has written several books and hundreds of
articles for leading publications, including the _Encyclopedia Britannica_.
His column, "Table for One," is a regular feature of _Travel & Leisure_
magazine. He has bottled burgundy under his own label, arranged parties
for the rich and famous, and served as consultant for _Time-Life's_ series
on international cookery.
His office has a miniature garden in the middle; the wall are lined with
5,000 catalogued cookbooks. He comes sailing into the room and takes a
seat at his semicircular desk, which all but engulfs him. Short in stature,
bald as a gourd, he moves with a darting energy that sees him through 20
hour workdays with as many as 30 food tastings. His softly accented
speech is the only thing about him that is slow, because Lang chooses his
words carefully, aiming for the same perfection in English as in
everything else. Although modesty is not one of his characteristics, he
gives full credit to his staff for being equal partners in his corporation's
success. There is a feeling of camaraderie in the air, as if all are members
of a single family.
His corporation also owns the Hungaria Restaurant at Citicorp, which has
a gypsy orchestra from Budapest, and Small Pleasures, a pastry shop in
the same building. However, Lang stresses that "98 percent of our
business comes from consulting. I always think in terms of problems and
solutions, because every restaurant must be designed to suit the needs of
a particular market. At Alexander's, for example, we came up with a
restaurant where you could have a reasonably pleasant luncheon for two
to four dollars."
Still an ardent music lover, George Lang plays the violin whenever time
permits. He recently acquired a Stradivarius and says with a laugh, "I'm
threatening to get back completely to shape and play a concert."
Lang enjoys the European atmosphere of the West Side, where he has
lived for the past 30 years. Among his favorite Westside restaurants: the
Moon Palace on Broadway, Sakura Chaya on Columbus, and Le Poulailler
on 65th Street.
Asked about which aspect of his work gives him the most satisfaction,
Lang ponders for a moment and concludes: "It would be easiest for me to
say that my biggest thrill is to see an idea of mine become a three
dimensional reality, especially if it may be a $50 million project. But
actually, an even bigger thrill for me is to go to an obscure place in the
world, and see a bit of improvement in people's lives through the effort
of someone who was my former disciple."
********
She has frequently been called America's greatest female pianist -- a title
which, as recently as the 1960s, almost any woman would have coveted.
But when the year is 1978 and the musician is Ruth Laredo, this
"compliment" brings a different response.
"I have mixed feelings about it," says Miss Laredo, sitting back on the
couch of her West Side living room. "I would really rather be known as
an American pianist. Being female doesn't preclude playing some of the
most powerful sounds on the piano."
Although her repertoire includes piano works spanning the last 250 years,
Ruth has concentrated largely on Rachmaninoff and Scriabin, a Russian
composer of the same era. She has recorded five albums of Scriabin's
piano solos. "It's such strange music if you haven't heard it before," she
says. "I gave some concerts of Scriabin at Hunter College, and talked
about each piece before playing it. I was kind of a crusader at the time for
his music. It was very rewarding for me. I think people are much more
familiar with Scriabin today than they were 10 years ago.
On most days, Ruth practices at one of her twin grand pianos from about
10:30 in the morning until 3:30 in the afternoon, when her 9-year-old
daughter Jennifer gets home from school. The walls of the Laredos' living
room are covered with neatly framed fingerpaintings that Jennifer created.
"She's intellectually brilliant and lots of fun. I take her to concerts with
me when it's possible. When I gave a talk on Rachmaninoff to the cadets
at West Point, they all called her 'ma'am.'"
Ruth keeps fit by riding her bicycle almost every day. She is a fan of the
New York Yankees -- "I saw all the World Series games" -- and likes to
do photography when she has the time. A Westsider ever since she moved
to New York in 1960, Ruth lists Fiorello's (on Broadway across from
Lincoln Center) as her favorite restaurant. When she needs music supplies
of any kind, she goes to Patelson's (56th Street and 7th Avenue). Says
Ruth: "It's a gathering place for musicians. The people who sell music
there are very friendly and very knowledgeable. ... They sell records
there. They sell my records."
Asked whether men might have an inborn advantage at the piano, Ruth
denies the suggestion vigorously. "Of course not," she replies. "I can't
imagine why a man should play the piano better than a woman. At West
Point, the women do everything the same as the male cadets except boxing
and wrestling. Women might have smaller fingers on the average, but as
far as strength, speed, and dexterity are concerned, it's impossible to
listen to a recording and guess whether it was played by a man or a
woman."
********
1-13-79
With the current rage over Superman due to last year's hit movie, many
people will purchase a copy of the comic for the first time in years, and
may be disappointed to see how much it has changed. Once the largest
selling comic book hero on the market, Superman was knocked out of first
place long ago by Spiderman, the creation of a 56-year-old native New
Yorker named Stan Lee. Besides selling about one million Marvel comics
each month, Spiderman appears as a daily strip in some 500 newspapers
around the world.
But even without this giant success, Stan Lee would be rich and famous.
His fertile mind has also given birth to the Incredible Hulk, the Fantastic
Four, Captain America, Doctor Strange, and a host of other modern-day
mythological figures. As publisher of Marvel Comics, he rules over an
empire that branches out into dozens of areas -- prime-time television
drama, animated cartoons, hardbound and paperback collections of comic
reprints, novels about Marvel characters, toys, games, posters, clothing
and much more. Most of these spin-off products are the work of other
companies that have bought the rights, but Stan Lee remains the creative
force behind the whole operation, as I discover during a meeting with Lee
at the Marvel headquarters on Madison Avenue.
"I think the title of publisher is just given to me so I can have more
prestige when I'm dealing with people," says Lee in his clipped, precise
voice, as he stretches his feet onto the coffee table of his brightly
decorated office. "I'm a salaried employee of Marvel -- your average
humble little guy trying to stay afloat in the stormy sea of culture. The
company owns the properties, of course, but I have no complaints. I don't
think I could have as much anywhere else. ... My main interest is to see
that the company itself does well and makes as much money as possible."
"My involvement with this company goes back to about 1939," says Lee.
"I was always the editor, the art director, the head writer, and the creative
director [from the age of 17]. In the early 1960s I was thinking of
quitting. I thought I wasn't really getting anywhere. My wife said, 'Why
not give it one last fling and do the kind of stories you want to do?' So I
started bringing out the offbeat heroes. I never dreamt that they would
catch on the way they did."
He emphasizes that he did not create the characters alone, but co-created
them with the help of an artist. Nevertheless, it was Lee who
revolutionized the comic book industry by introducing the concept of what
has been termed the "hung-up hero" -- the superhero whose powers do not
preclude him from having the same emotional troubles as the average
mortal. This is what makes Lee's characters so believable and so
irresistibly entertaining on television. It explains why CBS' _The
Incredible Hulk_ is a hit, and why the same network has filmed eight
episodes of _The Amazing Spiderman_. On January 19 from 8 to 10 p.m.,
CBS will broadcast the pilot for a new Marvel-based series, _Captain
America_.
"Dr. Strange may come back again," says Lee. "It was made into a two
hour television movie." His old Spiderman cartoons, too, are still in
syndication.
He claims to work "about 28 hours a day," and a look at his dizzying list
of activities supports this claim. Besides running the Marvel headquarters,
Lee makes frequent trips to the West Coast to develop shows for ABC and
CBS, writes some cartoons for NBC, acts as consultant to the Spiderman
and Hulk programs, writes an introduction to each of the dozens of
Marvel books published each year, writes occasional books and
screenplays of his own, gives lectures all over the country, and -- what to
some would be a full-time job in itself -- writes the plot and dialogue not
only for the Spiderman newspaper strip, but also, since November, for a
Hulk newspaper strip that already appears in more than 200 daily papers
worldwide.
Few people know Manhattan as well as Stan Lee. Born the son of a dress
cutter in Washington Heights, he has made the Upper East Side his home
for the past 15 years. "I'm a big walker," he explains. "I'm a fast walker:
I can easily average a block a minute. So if I want to walk to Greenwich
Village, I give myself an hour -- 60 blocks. I wouldn't know what time
to leave if I took a cab."
Asked about new projects in the works, Lee mentions that Marvel is
planning to produce some motion pictures that will be filmed in Japan.
"And I have a contract to write my autobiography," he adds. "I was
surprised and delighted that they gave me five years to do it. So I presume
I'll wait four years; maybe in that period, something interesting will
happen to me."
********
3-22-80
"It's as if the job I have were designed for me," says bearded,
bespectacled John Leonard, lighting his fifth cigarette of the early
afternoon as he sits relaxed at his Eastside brownstone, talking about the
pleasures and perils of being one of the _New York Times'_ three daily
book critics. Like his colleagues Christopher Lehmann-Haupt and Anatole
Broyard, Leonard writes two book reviews for the _Times_ each week,
and is syndicated nationally. An avid reader since childhood, he now gets
to read anything and everything he desires.
A smallish, balding man of 41 who dresses purely for comfort and has a
calm, refined speaking manner, Leonard looks precisely like the
bookworm he is. "I'll get here, in this house, probably 5,000 or 6,000
books a year, mailed to me, or brought by messenger. The luxury of this
job is that there's so much to choose from that any mood or interest or
compulsion or desire to educate oneself or amuse oneself can be matched
by some book that has come in."
New books by well-known authors, he says, are the first priority because
"they've earned reviews, for service to the literary culture over the
years." He and his two fellow critics "divide up the plums and divide up
the dogs. Since I did Kissinger's memoirs, the next huge, endless book
that has to be reviewed, whether anybody wants to review it or not, will
not be reviewed by me."
Somewhere between 100 and 140 serious first novels are published in the
U.S. each year, according to Leonard. "This is not pulp paperback
westerns. It doesn't even count science fiction or gothic or all that. I think
a special effort is made by all of us in the reviewing racket to review first
novels."
"And that's right. There are people in this town who I won't take a
telephone call from. But that's the exception."
Apart from reading, writing and travel, Leonard has few interests. "By
May, I can even look healthy, because I just sit out in the garden, getting
paid to read," he says with a grin. He and his wife Sue, a schoolteacher,
have three children from previous marriages. His son Andrew will be
starting college in the fall.
Among the most memorable books that Leonard has helped to "discover"
are Joseph Heller's _Catch-22_ and Gunter Grass's _The Tin Drum_. "To
be able to sit down one night, as I did, and to realize you're in the
presence of an extraordinary talent, with no advance publicity, to be able
to have a hole to fill in the paper two days later, to sit down and pull out
all your adjectives and get people to buy the book: this is what you live
for," he sighs happily. "You only need two or three of those to last a
lifetime."
********
7-1-78
It was said of John Kennedy that he was too young and too active a man
to retire immediately after the presidency. Had he lived to serve two full
terms, he would have been 51 upon leaving office. How he might have
spent the remainder of his career is difficult to guess, but it's likely that
he would have ended up doing work very similar to what John Lindsay
does today.
A comparison between the two men is hard to escape. Both were war
heroes. Both rose to power aided by their personal magnetism -- Kennedy
to the nation's highest office at 43, Lindsay to the nation's second
toughest job at 44. Both gave eloquent speeches, aimed for high ideals,
and made controversial decisions that brought plenty of criticism from
within their own ranks.
Soon after leaving Gracie Mansion, John and his wife Mary and their
children settled down on the West Side near Central Park. "I feel very
strongly that the park is for people, and not for special interest groups,"
he says. "We introduced bicycling on weekends, and when I retired from
government we had a major plan to restore all of Central Park."
The reason he first got involved in politics, says Lindsay, was because
"out in the Pacific on lonely nights, after hearing the news of the death of
good friends, I made a determination that one day I was going to try to do
something. I was determined that we weren't going to have war again."
In regard to his years as mayor, Lindsay makes the simple statement that
"I did my best of a very tough job and I have no regrets about it. I look
ahead to the future."
But what will the future bring? Would he consider running for office
again?
"That's a tough question, Max," he replies. "I know there's a lot of talk
with some of my friends about the Senate in 1980. I don't take that
lightly. ... Right now I'm not making any plans to run. ... But you just
don't know, because life does funny things, and I also think there's a big
vacuum out there now -- second-rate politics everywhere.
********
9-17-77
On August 20, when the Voyager 2 spacecraft blasted off for a trip
beyond the solar system, it carried on its side a unique record player and
a single phonograph record. Included on that record are 27 musical
selections that the _New York Times_ has called "Earth's Greatest Hits."
If, someday, extraterrestrial creatures play the record and enjoy it, they
will be most indebted to the man who chose 13 of the songs -- Westsider
Alan Lomax.
I finally caught up with Alan and met him for an interview on a Friday
evening at his office/apartment on West 98th Street. One room, I
observed, was lined wall to wall with tapes and record albums. Another
was filled with music books, a third with computer readouts, and a fourth
with movie films.
"When you learn the system, you can understand any music," said Alan.
"We analyzed 4000 songs from 400 societies around the world. Out of
that study has come a map of world music." He then showed me a
musical chart of Europe, the Far East, and Indian North America. Thirty
seven aspects of the music, including rhythm, volume and repetition, had
been analyzed by a computer to make a graph.
"Each aspect of the music," said Alan, "stands for a different social style.
It's like the guy who says, 'I don't know anything about music, but I
know what I like.' It means that kind of music stands for his background
and what he believes in."
Alan played a tape for me containing a Spanish folk song, an Irish jig and
a song from Nepal, explaining some of the elements as the music was
playing. "By the time you've heard two or three tapes," he said, "you get
used to the world standards of music. In primitive societies, he added,
"everybody knows the same things about everything, so being specific is
a bore, and repetition is what they like. You don't impose your boring
accuracy on everyone. By the same token, primitive people find it much
easier to sing together than, for example, New Yorkers of different
backgrounds. In the latter case," said Alan, "everybody starts singing at
a different tempo, like six cats in a bag. But if you take people who live
together and work together, it's like clouds rolling out of the sea."
Alan was not impressed with the 1976 movie _Bound for Glory_, about
the life of American folk singer/songwriter Woody Guthrie during the
Great Depression. The movie ends with Woody leaving Hollywood for
New York to perform in a coast-to-coast radio show. The man who hosted
that show was Alan Lomax.
Though Alan can sing and play the guitar, he does not regard himself as
a performer but rather as a "funnel" for other musicians. During the 1940s
he helped launch the careers of people like Burl Ives and Pete Seeger by
providing them with songs and putting them on the radio. "We set out to
revive the American folk music in 1938, and by God we did it," said
Alan. "By 1950 it was a national movement."
Alan spent the next 10 years of his life in Europe, where he produced a
definitive 14-album collection of international folk music. Then he moved
back to the U.S. and settled on the Upper West Side, where he has lived
for the past 15 years. His residential apartment is located two blocks from
his office.
* * *
It's oldies night on the radio. The d.j. has promised to play nothing but
the greatest hits of the '50s and '60s, and sure enough, here they are --
"Irene Goodnight" sung by the Weavers; "Tom Dooley" by the Kingston
Trio; "Abilene" by George Hamilton IV; "Midnight Special" by Johnny
Rivers; and "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals.
All of these songs reached number one on the charts. And they have
something else in common: all are genuine American folk songs of
unknown authorship that might have been lost forever if they had not been
discovered and preserved by John and Alan Lomax, the famous father-son
folklorist team.
The folk music explosion in America that peaked in the early 1960s and
continues today owes more of a debt to the Lomaxes than to any
performer or songwriter. John Lomax died in 1948 at the age of 80. His
son Alan, 62, has been a resident of New York's Upper West Side for the
past 15 years. Working seven days a week at his 98th Street office and his
100th Street apartment, Alan has carried on his father's work with a
remarkable talent and energy. He has gone far beyond the simple
collecting of folk songs, and maintains a dizzying schedule of activities --
writing books, catching planes for Europe or Africa, making movies,
producing record albums and tapes, and heading a musical research
project for the Anthropology Department of Columbia University.
Alan was born in Texas in 1915. When he was 13 years old his father
gave him an old-fashioned cylinder recording machine, and the boy was
hooked. He became a full-time song scholar at 18. In that same year his
father was put in charge of the newly created Archives of American Folk
Song at the Library of Congress in Washington. When Alan was 20 he
took over as archives director. The father-son team eventually provided
more than half of the 20,000 songs in the collection.
The Lomaxes wrote many books together; they introduced American folk
music into the nation's public schools, and through their radio programs
in the U.S. and Europe, made celebrities out of such performers as Burl
Ives, Pete Seeger, Leadbelly and Woody Guthrie.
Whereas John Lomax was interested in the music for its own sake, Alan
began some time ago to look for the deeper meaning, or social
significance, of folk songs. In his many trips around the world he built up
a collection of recordings from every continent and virtually every major
culture. Along with a co-worker he developed his findings into the new
branch of anthropology known as cantometrics.
When the Voyager 2 spacecraft left Earth last August for a journey
beyond the solar system, it carried on its side a unique record player with
a specially made disk for alien beings to hear and enjoy. The disk
contained 27 musical selections, which have been named "Earth's Greatest
Hits"; 13 of them were chosen by Alan Lomax.
Q: How does American music differ from that of the world in general?
A: In our culture, for example, we didn't have much repetition until rock
and roll came around. And that represents another influence. ... As you
know, we of European background don't sing very well together.
Everybody starts singing at a different tempo, like seven cats in a bag. But
if you take people who live and work together, it's like clouds rolling out
of the sea. ... It turns out that the people with the most repetition in their
songs have the most primitive cultures -- at least, in relation to their
economic development. Everybody knows the same thing about
everything. So being specific is boring, and repetition is what they like.
You don't impose your boring accuracy on everyone.
Q: What do you consider the real beginning of the folk music movement
in America?
A: Peter Seeger is my protege. I gave him his banjo. The banjo was a
dead issue, and he came to me and asked what he should do with his life.
He was a Harvard hippie. ... We got to be colleagues. We worked on the
whole revival of the American folk music. I taught him most of his early
songs.
A: Yes, I've made a few records. But I was always more of a funnel. I
regarded myself as a dredge, dredging up the rich subsoil of American
folk and putting it back on the developing music scene. We set out to
revive the American folk music in 1938, and by God we did it. By 1950
it was a national movement.
A: I did the first oral history -- the Leadbelly book and the book on Jelly
Roll Morton. The Leadbelly movie (1976) was taken from that oral
history. For Jelly Roll Morton, I transcribed the tape and made it into a
piece of literature. The story has been bought for a movie by the same
people who made the Woody Guthrie movie, _Bound for Glory_.
A: Yes, I spent 1950 to 1960 in Europe assembling all the best material
that had been collected into 14 albums, geographically arranged. Then I
started thinking about what I heard on albums -- not what musicians or
literary people heard, but what I heard. Then I met some people at the
National Institute of Mental Health who were interested in the norms of
healthy behavior. I indicated to them that I was that getting at the behavior
styles of the people of the world. They gave me some dough and I got a
staff together.
A: I was very shocked when I came back to the United States in 1960.
The musical scene at Washington Square made me sick. They said, "Alan,
those people you talked to are all dead." I kind of withdrew from the
whole business. ... Later I set up a concert in Carnegie Hall and brought
in the first bluegrass group and the first gospel group to perform in New
York. People stormed the stage. There were fistfights and everything.
Well, that was the whole end of people saying New York was the center
of the folk scene.
1-12-80
On the surface, his life could hardly be calmer. Peter Maas gets up every
morning to have breakfast with his 12-year-old son, then heads for his
midtown office, where he spends about five hours at the typewriter. He
rarely goes out in the evening, and his idea of fun is a weekend of fishing,
a set of tennis or a game of backgammon. "I don't have to live in New
York," he says. "When I'm working on a book, I might as well be living
in the wilds of Maine."
But in his mind, Peter Maas leads the life of James Bond and Al Capone
rolled into one. "I know an awful lot of people on both sides of the law,"
says the author of two nonfiction block-busters about crime, _The Valachi
Papers_ and _Serpico_. _The Valachi Papers_, the real-life saga of three
generations of a Mafia chieftain's family, was published in 1969 following
two years of court battles and rejections from 26 publishers who felt that
books on the Mafia had no commercial potential. It sold three million
copies in 14 languages and paved the way for an entire industry of Mafia
books and movies.
_Serpico_ (1973) revealed the rampant corruption in the New York City
Police Department through the eyes of officer Frank Serpico. Then came
_King of the Gypsies_ (1975), Maas' third expose of the underbelly of
American society which, like the others, was made into a successful
movie.
Now the 50-year-old author has written his first novel, _Made in
America_. Published in September by Viking, it is a raw, violent, grimly
humorous story of an ex-football star for the New York Giants who gets
mixed up with organized crime while borrowing money for a shady
investment scheme. King Kong Karpstein, the terrifying loan shark who
dominates the book, is based on several people whom Maas had known
personally, and the novel's head Mafia character has much in common
with Frank Costello, the "prime minister of the underworld," who granted
Maas 11 interviews shortly before his death in 1975. The scenes of _Made
In America_ -- porn parlors, criminal hideaways, the FBI offices -- are all
described with the same intense realism as the characters. The movie
rights have been sold for $450,000.
"The reason I wrote it," explains Maas, sitting restlessly at his 11-room
Eastside apartment on a recent afternoon, "was that I didn't want to wake
up 10 years from now wondering what would have happened if I had
written a novel. ... I also think a writer has to challenge himself
constantly. I don't think he should play a pat hand."
Like his previous books, _Made in America_ took two years to write.
"The biggest difference that I found," he points out, "was that in
nonfiction, all the discoveries and surprises are in the research, and in
fiction, they're all in the writing. When I write nonfiction, about two
thirds of the time is spent in research. I didn't do any research for this.
It was much harder. And it was the only time I had to rewrite the whole
book."
Although Maas claims that his own life has never been in imminent
danger, he was touched by deep personal tragedy in 1975 when his wife,
a highly talented writer/producer named Audrey Gellen, was killed in an
automobile accident. Their only child, John Michael, is a skilled pianist.
Puffing on an imported little cigar, Maas speaks with pride of some of his
most important stories in the past. An article he wrote in 1960 led to the
release of Edgar Labat, a black convict in Louisiana who had been on
death row for 11 years. An article about columnist Igor Cassini in 1963
resulted in Cassini's arrest and conviction as a secret agent for Dominican
strongman Trujillo. The biggest story Maas never wrote was a book about
the shah of Iran; several years ago he turned down an offer of $1 million
for the project in order to concentrate on his novel.
"I've always had trouble writing about women," he confesses when asked
about future books. "So the main character of my next work will be a
woman. It was going to be another novel, but now I've run across what
I think is a fantastic nonfiction project, which I'm mostly interested in
because the subject matter is a woman. So I think I'll do that first and the
novel afterward. At least I know what my next two will be, and that's
comforting."
9-2-78
Most people who opt for a writing career do not expect to accomplish
much before the age of 30. But Leonard Maltin, a 27-year-old Westsider,
breaks all the rules. His book _The Great Movie Comedians: From
Charlie Chaplin to Woody Allen_, published in June by Crown Press, is
the 30th volume to bear his name on the jacket. One of America's
foremost film historians, he has written nine books and edited 21 others,
while contributing articles to such publications as _TV Guide_, _Esquire_
and the _New York Times_.
In 1975, when Leonard got married, he and his wife Alice moved to the
West Side. She, too, is a film buff; their favorite Westside movie theatre
is the Regency (Broadway at 67th).
Leonard's literary career has never been in better shape than now. Two
of his other books will appear in new editions this fall. And the 10th book
that he has authored, a comprehensive history of American animated
cartoons treated _Of Mice and Magic_, will be published next year by
Signet.
********
2-10-79
_Upstairs, Downstairs_, the saga of a wealthy London family and its staff
of servants in the early years of the 20th century, is one of the most
popular television series ever filmed. The first episode of the British-made
series was released in England in 1971, and since that time more than one
billion people in 40 countries have watched the exploits of the Bellamy
family. Introduced to American public television in 1974, _Upstairs,
Downstairs_ won seven Emmy Awards, including one for Best Series each
year it was shown.
If any single performer could be said to stand out over all the others, that
would be Jean marsh, who received an Emmy for Best Actress for her
portrayal of Rose, the head parlormaid. But what most of Marsh's
American fans fail to realize is that, with her, without would be no
_Upstairs, Downstairs_: she co-created the show with another British
actress. A New Yorker on and off for the past two decades, Jean Marsh
now lives in an apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side. It is here that
I meet her to talk about _Upstairs, Downstairs_, which returned to
American television in January with 39 hour-long segments, eight of
which have never been seen before on this side of the Atlantic.
Her Broadway debut took place more than two decades ago, and over the
years she has dazzled British and American audiences in an endless
number of plays and movies. Classical theatre is her specialty; Jean
recently completed a tour of American regional theatres with plays by
Shakespeare, Shaw and Oscar Wilde.
Married and divorced at an early age, Jean now lives alone and likes it.
She acquired her Eastside apartment a year ago but has been unable to
spend more than six weeks in it so far, due to her extensive travel. "I go
out and get the bread and newspaper in my pajamas," she says.
_Elliott_.
********
12-8-79
Jackie Mason admits that the most famous thing he ever did was to be
caught with one of his fingers pointing upwards on the _Ed Sullivan
Show_. "The most famous and the least helpful," he says of the 1964
incident. "At that time there was a great wave of excitement about my
type of character, because I was new and fresh and different. In those
days, every comedian talked like an American; nobody talked like a Jew
or a Puerto Rican or an Italian. ... There was a lot of heat to give me my
own series, but all the offers were canceled after that incident."
Asked whether he actually did make an obscene gesture, the short, stocky
comedian with the broad New York Jewish accent shakes his curly head.
"The truth is that I didn't -- because I wouldn't be ashamed to tell you if
I did. There's nothing wrong with it today. But the truth is that I was
making with my fingers -- I have a very visual act, you know -- and
Sullivan got panicky because President Johnson had just cut into the
program, and when the camera came back on me, it looked like I was
giving him some kind of message. The next day, I became headlines all
over the world. ... I maintained enough success and enough imagery to be
able to do all the other shows as a guest, but the sponsors were afraid to
be associated with me as the star."
On December 20, Jackie will appear on the _Merv Griffin Show_ with
Steve Martin and Carl Reiner, the movie's director.
Jackie loves being a comedian because "I'm my own boss and I do what
I like ... When young comics say it's a hard business to enter, it's because
they have no talent. If a young comic has talent, he's more likely to make
a big living than in any business you can think of, with comparatively less
effort, and more opportunity, and greater longevity. I never saw a good
comedian in this business who hasn't made a comfortable living at it."
********
9-22-79
"I never take anything seriously -- least of all myself," says Malachy
McCourt, one of the wittiest, most outrageous Irish personalities in New
York. "I find my life is cyclical, and so I move every five or six years
from one interest to another. Now that I'm doing acting sort of full-time,
I thoroughly enjoy the uncertainty of it. But I do appear almost also every
Wednesday at the unemployment office at 90th Street. I do a matinee from
2:15 to 2:45."
In 1968 he had his own talk show in WOR-TV that was canceled because
of the controversy it raised. From 1970 to 1976 he had a weekend show
on WMCA radio, and lost that as well -- for publicly condemning the
station's treatment of an employee whose job was abolished. "They called
him in on a Friday at five minutes to five, and told him to clear his desk.
He had been there for 28 years."
The airwaves' loss has been the theatre's gain, because in the past three
years, Malachy has developed an ever-increasing reputation as a character
actor. Well-known for his roles in Irish plays -- especially those by John
Millington Synge -- he has also been seen recently in movies and
television. His films include _Two for the Seesaw_ and _The Brink's
Job_, while on television, he appeared in last season's _The Dain Curse_
with James Coburn and in Thomas Wolfe's _You Can't Go Home Again_.
The action takes place in Dublin in 1920. "It was during the time of what
they euphemistically call 'the Troubles,'" explains Malachy in his broad,
breezy irish accent. We're sitting in his Westside living room. The walls
are so loaded down with books that they seem ready to collapse. "The
English brought in a bunch of gangsters from their prisons, called the
Black and Tans. They were paid an extraordinary amount of money to go
over and pacify the country. They could do anything they pleased. You
could be tortured, raped and robbed."
Born in Limerick in 1931, Malachy quit school at the age of 12. "It was
an equal struggle. They couldn't teach me and I couldn't learn." He joined
the Irish Army at 14, was kicked out at 15, then went to England, where
he worked as a laborer prior to emigrating to the U.S. at the age of 20.
His conversational brilliance soon made him famous as a saloon keeper.
At one time he ran a Malachy's and a Malachy's II on the Upper East
Side. "I gave it up," he quips, "for the sake of the wife and the kidneys."
Now the only bartending he does is on the ABC soap opera _Ryan's
Hope_, where he is a regular. "I much prefer that. It's a fake bar, and
everybody else cleans it up."
He has few happy memories of his native country. "There should not be
a united Ireland," he asserts. "In the South, the government is subject to
enormous pressures by the church all the time, in the areas of birth
control, contraception, abortion. People should have the rights to their
own bodies and their own lives. ... Consequently, those of us who escape
get very savage about it. Very savage.
"Someone I was talking to the other day said, 'I can't understand how you
can be an atheist and have of fear of death.' I said, 'I have no fear of
death because I grew up with it.' It was all around. I woke up one
morning when I was 5 and a half to find my brother dead beside me.
Another brother had died six months before. My sister died in her crib.
So therefore, what can you fear, when you know it so well? I'm alive
today. I'll probably get up tomorrow. There's great comfort in the fact
that we're all going to die eventually."
Malachy's wife Diana -- "she's the only Smith graduate I know that
became a carpenter" -- does custom carpentry work out of a shop called
Space Constructs on 85th Street. Westsiders for two decades, the
McCourts have two children, Conor and Cormic. One of their favorite
local restaurants is Los Panchos at 71st and Columbus; it is owned by
Malachy's brother Alfie.
Although Malachy has no desire to return to Ireland to live, he
recommends it for tourists because "it's the last outpost of civilized
conversation. The Irish have an attitude that when God made time, he
made plenty of it. So for God's sake, don't be rushing around. Stand there
and talk to me."
********
10-21-78
For several years, up until last fall, Meat loaf lived in peaceful obscurity
in an apartment at 25 West 74th Street. Few people outside of his own
circle knew that the name applied to a gargantuan 29-year-old singer from
Texas and the rock band he headed.
"I don't like to be rude to fans," says the calm, gentlemanly Meat Loaf
(his legal name) during an interview at his new apartment in another part
of the West Side. "I'd lie down on the floor for hours so they couldn't see
me. ... _People_ magazine printed my real name and told more or less
where I lived: that's why I had to move."
Bare feet perched on the coffee table, he spreads his 275-pound, 6-foot
frame evenly on the living room sofa. Although Meat's onstage image
makes him out to be one of rock's meanest and toughest characters, in
person he is totally devoid of arrogance, and in fact seems almost shy.
Sam Ellis, Meat Loaf's glib road manager who arranged the group's
recent trips to England, Germany, Canada and Australia, helps the
interview along by adding his comments whenever Meat begins to reach
for words.
All the songs on _Bat Out Of Hell_ -- raucous, earthy, and intense -- were
written by fellow Westsider Jim Steinman, who plays keyboard with the
group. After he and Meat Loaf met in 1973, they performed together
frequently, but their music met with limited success.
"People were afraid of it," says Meat. "The songs were long. The voices
were loud. People in rock said it was too theatre. People in theatre said
it was too rock and roll." When Meat and Jim were finally offered a
contract to do an album, Steinman went to work on some new material,
and wrote nearly the entire contents of _Bat Out Of Hell_ in four months,
including the gold singles _Two Out of Three Ain't Bad_ and _Paradise
by the Dashboard Light_ -- a duet celebrating teen sexuality that has been
choreographed into an 8-minute show stopper by Meat and lead female
vocalist Karla DeVito. "Jim doesn't just write the songs and hand them to
me. I do most of the vocal arrangements. It's really a team. It's like
Sonny and Cher," says the gargantuan singer.
Brought up in Dallas under the name Marvin Lee Aday, he tipped the
scales at 185 while in the fifth grade. "I was an only child and my parents
always wanted two kids," he jokes. "So they set two places at the dinner
table, and I ate both meals. ... I was always on the baseball team, because
if they needed a base runner, they'd say, 'Go in there and get hit by the
ball.' I'd back up just enough so that I wouldn't get hurt."
He joined the high school choir in order to avoid study hall, and from
then on, singing became his main passion. After completing high school
at 15, he travelled around with a number of bands. By the time he settled
down in New York, live rock music was no longer in so much demand as
before. "That's one reason I went into theatre," he remarks. "Another
reason was because someone hired me and I didn't have a job." As an
singer and actor, Meat performed in some 10 Broadway and Off
Broadway productions, including _Hair_ and _The Rocky Horror Picture
Show_, in which he also appeared in the 1975 film.
When _Bat Out Of Hell_ was first released, it did not catch on
immediately. But soon a couple of influential radio stations in New York
City fell in love with it. Then Cleveland and Boston began to give it a lot
of air time. From there, its reputation gathered momentum across the
country. As a result of the slow start, _Bat Out Of Hell_ was still
climbing on the national charts nearly a year after it came out. In
Australia, it was the number one album for 10 straight weeks.
This past summer the Meat Loaf band did four sellout concerts in the New
York area in the space of a month. Now the band is taking it easy for a
little while before returning to the studio for their second album. They
plan to launch another world tour after the album is completed in March.
In spite of his meteoric rise to fame, Meat Loaf sees his overall career in
a different light then his fans. "For me," he says thoughtfully, "rock and
roll is not an end. I'd like to make movies someday. I want to direct. I
want to produce. It's great to sell records, but this is not what I always
want to do. It's just another step on the mountain."
********
1-12-80
_Sugar Babies_, the rollicking burlesque musical that rolled into Broadway
last fall, was one of the most-awaited shows of the year because it
signalled Mickey Rooney's return to Broadway after umpteen years. Less
attention was initially given to Mickey's co-star, dazzling Ann Miller, who
last appeared on Broadway in 1970 as a star of _Mame_. Ann, it turns
out, is not only a wonderful singer and comedienne, but, in her mid-50s,
is still one of the best tap dancers in America. Her fancy footwork has
become a prime attraction of this box-office smash.
"I was also in _George White's Scandals_ for a year when I was 15,"
recalls Ann in her dressing room after a performance. "This is my third
show only." For most of her career, she has lived in Beverly Hills,
California. The veteran of dozens of movies, including _On The Town_
with Frank Sinatra, Miss Miller is a larger-than-life entertainer who
believes that her career comes first and foremost, ahead of personal
happiness and family. Married and divorced three times, she has no
children, but is an ardent animal lover.
"I have two beautiful dogs, Cinderella and Jasmine," she says in a light
Southern accent. "They look exactly alike, only one is Hungarian and the
other is French. My secretary walks them. ... I'm very much interested
in the protection of animals. I think people treat animals very cruelly, and
to me, when you adopt a dog, it's like adopting a child. My little
Cinderella: she was thrown out of a car by somebody wanting to get rid
of her. I found her in Cincinnati in a blizzard. She almost died and I
saved her life."
By looking beyond the heavy rouge, bright red lipstick, large rhinestone
earrings and fluttering false eyelashes that are part of her act, one can see
that Ann appears considerably younger then her years. _Sugar Babies_,
she points out, is not burlesque in the normal sense. "Burlesque got sleazy
in the 1940s with bumps and grinds and tassel-twirlers, but that's not what
we're selling. We sell, in a sense, glorified, old-fashioned, 1920s-style
vaudeville, with good production numbers. And that's what burlesque was
originally. ... A college professor got this together. The jokes are
authentic. ... Our show is for everybody. It's not dirty at all -- not by
today's standards."
There is a crowd of people waiting to see Ann after nearly every show.
Rooney escapes the fans by dashing out the stage door within minutes of
the final curtain. "He lives way out in New Jersey," explains Ann, who
rents a hotel suite on the Upper West Side. "Mickey is married and he has
10 children. He loves them all very much. ... Mickey and I went to
school together. He's a very nice person and he's a great pro. He may be
a small man, but he's a giant in his own way."
Miss Miller, who likes to dine at the 21 Club, Sardi's and the
Conservatory, believes that _Sugar Babies_ is a hit "because it's timely.
People are desperate to laugh. They're tired of hearing about war and the
food crunch and the oil crunch. They want to be entertained."
She has no secret for looking so young, except that she is a nonsmoker,
drinks nothing stronger than wine, watches her diet, and avoids anything
strenuous in the daytime, to save her energy for the show.
With her jet-black hair, pearl-white teeth, and exaggerated makeup, Ann
looks more than a little exotic. This may help to explain her belief in
reincarnation. "I really do have memories of Egypt. They're not in a form
that I can describe. You sometimes just know things. You're born with
knowing. I have been to Egypt three times, and I'm planning to go back
again and again, I want to go mainly to Luxor. I'm very entranced with
it. I like all the antiquities of Egypt. The present-day Egypt I have no
interest in to speak of."
Ann says she doesn't like the name of her current show. "People think it's
candy, because there is Sugar Babies candy," she explains, "but in the old
days, babies meant beautiful show girls. The girls had sugar daddies, so
they were called sugar babies."
A Texas native who began dancing professionally in New York at the age
of 11, Ann says yes, she feels good about her career, but that "it's been
a long struggle. The sad part is, I have wanted so much to be happy, but
I have never found happiness."
Her father, who was a lawyer, left her mother when Ann was 10. Since
Mrs. Miller was almost totally deaf, Ann supported them by tap dancing
at Rotary Club luncheons. She retains a fear of poverty to this day. "I
save all my clothes because some day I might be poor again," she says.
"I have a room with nothing in it but racks of clothes. I cover them
nicely, and once a year I air them out, in case they come back in style."
********
2-24-79
At 44, he is in the peak of his career, and has been since he made his
Metropolitan Opera debut in December, 1965. He has sung in virtually all
of the world's leading opera houses, including the Paris Opera, the
Hamburg State Opera, and La Scala in Milan. Asked what more he can
accomplish, Milnes replies that "one hopes to become a better artist all the
time. But you can only go so fast. If you make family a priority position
-- which is certainly true in this case -- there are only so many hours in
the day. I could be more famous, were I on television more. But it takes
time. ... I don't want to sound like: he's satisfied with his career, where
he is, and he doesn't want to do any more. But I have to realize that my
career can no longer continue at the same rate of ascendancy."
His current show with the Met, Verdi's _Don Carlo_, will continue until
mid-March. "This is the first time New York has heard the five-act
original version," notes Milnes. "We'll be doing it in Italian. People said,
'Why don't you do _Don Carlo_ like the real original, in French?' The
problem is, five years later, where do you find people who know it in
French? There's a practical set of problems when, worldwide, everybody
know it in Italian. I don't know if it would have been worth it for one
season." Long-range planning is an important aspect of any opera singer's
life. Milnes already has his schedule set up until 1984.
The main reason why Italy has declined in importance as a center for
opera, says Milnes, is that the country's economic problems make it
impossible for the companies to book singers years in advance. "I think
America is now producing more singers than Italy, and Spain is very high
on the list of producing singers."
It is to Italy that Milnes owes much of his success. "We have that phrase
'Verdi baritone' -- sometimes more generically, 'Italian baritone.' There's
no question that Verdi treated the baritone as a special voice category,
differently really than composers before him. He did a lot of title roles for
the baritone voice, and really split the bass and baritone roles very much."
Not at all snobbish about his own musical gifts, Milnes believes that
singing is excellent recreation for anyone, regardless of voice quality. "I
encourage people to sing in the shower. It's a great emotional outlet. Even
if you're lousy, it makes you sound fantastic. When I'm on the stage, I
always have that feeling that I'm never going to sound as good as I do in
the shower. You can't get the same _ring_ when you're singing to 5,000
people."
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10-28-78
Carlos Montoya speaks two languages. The first is music; the other is
Spanish. At 74, he is the world's most famous master of flamenco -- the
ancient folk music of the Spanish gypsies, which Montoya performs with
dazzling speed and dexterity. On October 29 he will give a major concert
at Avery Fisher Hall.
With more than 30 albums to his credit, Montoya is the most recorded
flamenco guitarist in history. He is thoroughly committed to his
instrument. It is not merely his living, but his life. He is a pure gypsy --
"on all four sides," as the Spanish say. Maybe that explains why he likes
to tour from January to May and from October to December every year,
almost nonstop, across the U.S. and Canada, to South America, Europe
and the Far East. He has been a Westsider since the 1940s and has rented
the same Westside apartment since 1957. Yet when people ask Montoya
where he lives, he is likely to reply, "On airplanes."
The smile remained on his face, and he began to use his hands with much
expression as he continued. "I carry the music inside me. I want to touch
inside the heart of the public. That's what I always aim for. My music is
sincere. It is very human. I believe it should be listened to closely. That
is why I play concerts."
"Flamenco guitar is more popular than ever right now," said Montoya.
"Young people like it; I perform at a lot of colleges. I also perform with
many symphony orchestras to play my _Flamenco Suite_.
Born in Madrid, he took his first guitar lesson at the age of 8, and by his
early teens was performing regularly in cafes. He toured extensively until
World War II broke out, when he more or less "settled" in New York. In
truth, he has never been content to settle anywhere. He spends several
months each year in Spain. And when he's on tour, said his wife, "he gets
restless staying around the hotel, and likes to visit all the sights in the
area."
Sally Montoya, a slender, graceful native New Yorker who met Carlos
while her father was working for the Foreign Service, was once a
Spanish-style dancer herself, but gave it up because "I obviously didn't
dance as well as Carlos plays. I'm a casualty of his success." The couple
has two sons.
Except for travel, Carlos Montoya has few interests outside his work.
"Music and family -- that's all," he said quietly. "To be an artist, you
must be a slave to the instrument and to the public. To play the guitar is
a serious thing -- not a game. To me, it is a complete life."
********
10-14-78
When Melba Moore recently dropped out of her co-starring role in the
Broadway hit musical _Timbuktu_, there was a lot of speculation as to the
reason why. Some observers suggested that Eartha Kitt, the biggest box
office draw, did not like to share the billing with a performer of Melba's
caliber.
"Honey, I could join the Olympics with all I do," says Melba one
afternoon at the comfortable midtown office that is used as the nerve
center for her multiple activities. She is dressed in a striped hat, a white
shirt and a bright red necktie. Easing her slender form onto the couch, she
looks smaller, younger, and more beautiful in person than her photographs
indicate. I remark on her flashy necktie, and Melba, using her hands
expressively while she speaks, tells with amusement how she saw it on the
collar of a salesman at Fiorucci's and said to him, "I want that tie."
Melba's first professional stage role was in _Hair_; from 1968 to 1970 she
rose up through the chorus to win the female lead. "I have no hard-luck
stories," she says, in her clear, nearly accentless voice. "From _Hair_, I
went right into _Purlie_." That was the role that earned her the 1970 Tony
Award for Best Supporting Actress and the New York Drama Critics' and
Drama Desk Awards.
Melba was born 32 years ago on West 108th Street. Both her parents were
entertainers, and Melba began singing at the age of 4. At college she
majored in music, and upon graduation, taking the advice of her parents
to "get some security," she taught school for a year. But soon a burning
desire to get into show business took hold of her, and she quit teaching.
"Ever since that day," she recalls, "even before I got my first singing job,
the whole world looked better to me."
It was while working as a studio singer that she was given an audition for
_Hair_, and since then her story has been a virtually unbroken success.
Melba has starred in numerous television shows, including her own
summer series for CBS and an ABC special on the life of abolitionist
Harriet Tubman. Better known for her singing than her acting, Melba has
recorded nine albums and has received a Grammy nomination. Her most
remarkable vocal feat, however, was probably her one-woman concert at
the Metropolitan Opera House in December 1976, which won her rave
notices from every music critic in town. In the concert, she performed
everything from ballads to rock to opera.
"Singing opera actually rests my voice," says Melba. "It's like doing
vocal exercises." Equally at home in a nightclub or a concert hall, she has
demonstrated her four-octave range with many of America's leading
orchestras.
Her new album, released late in September by Epic Records and titled
simply _Melba Moore_, contains both disco songs and straight ballads.
One of the cuts, "You Stepped Into My Life," is out as a single. Another
cut is "The Greatest," from a film about Muhammad Ali. "No, I didn't
sing it in the movie, but I am an Ali fan. I'm a fight fan. I turn on the
cable and watch everyone -- flyweights, everybody. People I've never
hard of."
Her new movie, _Purlie_, in which Melba will recreate her Broadway
smash success, is scheduled to begin filming this November in the
countryside of Georgia. Melba plays the orphan Lutibelle Gussiemae
Jenkins. After the movie, she will devote most of her time to a new
musical, _Harlem Renaissance_, which is planned to reach Broadway next
spring.
The day after she quit _Timbuktu_, Melba headed for Acapulco to be one
of the judges in the Miss Universe Pageant. "They said there were going
to be 600 million people watching, so I made sure my nose was
powdered. ... They worked us from sunup to sunup, but I did manage to
get a little suntan," she says teasingly, showing me a patch of light brown
skin directly under her top shirt button.
Married for the past five years to restaurateur Charles Huggins, Melba is
overjoyed to have a child at last -- "we have been waiting for her" -- and
spends as much time as she can with her daughter. A Westsider off and
on for most of her life, Melba is fond of shopping at Vim and Vigor
Health Foods (57th Street near the Carnegie Recital Hall), then going next
door to the Merit Farm Store, where she buys her favorite junk food.
"I'm very much into international things," says Melba, "I have appeared
in some of the segments, but basically my role is to let people know about
it. ... In some way, we hope that the program can help promote peace and
understanding to these children -- while they're still at a vulnerable age."
********
5-5-79
When Michael Moriarty rose to national stardom last year with his chilling
portrayal of SS Officer Dorf in the NBC miniseries _Holocaust_, his
performance was witnessed by some 120 million Americans. His current
vehicle, _G.R. Point_ at the Playhouse Theatre on West 48th Street plays
to a maximum audience of 500. Yet, in the lead role of Micah Bradstreet,
a wet-behind-the-ears soldier from rural Maine, Moriarty delivers what
Clive Barnes of the _New York Post_ has said is "the best performance,
so far, of his career."
_G.R. Point_ is a play about the Vietnam War and its effects on those
who are forced to partake in it. Set on a strikingly designed stage built to
resemble a devastated hillside, the play demonstrates how each of the
eight characters manages to cope with his predicament in his own way. Its
message is summed up in the final words of the drama, spoken to Micah
as he departs for the U.S.: he is told to "count the living, not the dead."
"One of the main reasons I wanted to do this play is that it affirms life,"
says Moriarty, in a dressing room interview just before a performance. "It
doesn't take any specific political stance, but it doesn't avoid any of the
horrors of war. Its only stance is: in the end, what overcomes the situation
is love. And love sometimes shows itself in the strangest, most bizarre
ways."
He is tall and solidly built, looking somewhat younger than his 38 years,
and though his demeanor has an edge of shyness to it, Moriarty's
penetrating eyes reveal that much is going on beneath the surface. Asked
about his personal views on Vietnam, the actor replies, "I'm not an
intellectual, so I have no specific feelings about it." But his conversation
soon reveals him to be a deep thinker and a wit besides, whose remarks
are tempered as much by humility as by professional instinct.
"Whatever I could say about the war has been better stated by David
Berry, the playwright. I'm able to show my emotional response to the war
through Micah Bradstreet. ... I'm not trying to influence anyone in any
way in particular. I do think the play tells the truth about Vietnam. So the
more information people have, the better decisions they can make."
Moriarty's decision to become a dramatic actor can be traced to his
undergraduate days at Dartmouth College, when he was overwhelmed by
Paul Scofield's performance in _Love's Labor Lost_. Following
graduation, he won a Fulbright Scholarship to attend the London Academy
of Music and Dramatic Art. In 1974, after years of perfecting his craft in
theatres across America, he picked up the first of his two Tony Awards
for his performances in _Find Your Way Home_. Equally skilled at
television acting, he is the recipient of two Emmys, including one for
_Holocaust_.
In response to a question about the West Side, where he has lived for the
past five years, Moriarty says that "you can walk one block and encounter
everything the world should either be proud of or ashamed of." His
favorite local restaurants include Coq du Vin on 8th Avenue and O'Neal's
Balloon at 6th Avenue and 57th Street. "Pat O'Neal and I crack jokes
about my career as a waiter. I worked at O'Neal's off and on for about
four years. I was terrible! They kept me on out of sheer compassion. I
guess I became an endearing lunkhead."
Other goals? "None that I'd care to mention," says Moriarty, smiling
softly. "All the other ones are neurotic, and I don't want to expose them.
I've done it too often. In my neuroses, I think, 'Gee, I'd like to do that
or this.' But in my higher self, I have no unfulfilled needs."
********
1-27-79
Like Norman Rockwell before him, LeRoy Neiman has the distinction of
being one of the very few American artists whose work is familiar to
practically everybody in the country -- rich and poor, black and white,
urban and rural, educated and illiterate.
"It's painting with light," explains Neiman one morning in his studio,
taking a break from the half-dozen oils and acrylics he is working on. "It
gives you the same sense of creation as any other art medium. You're
building and creating an image of your own that wasn't there when you
started. The only limitation you ever have in doing a work of art is
yourself."
Starting this month, Neiman's work has become a regular feature of _CBS
Sports Spectacular_. At the beginning and end of each program, Neiman's
paintings are interspersed with photographs of athletes to form a moving
collage of colors and shapes. The artist has been contracted to make six
or seven personal appearances on the program over the next year, in
which he will demonstrate the art of drawing sports in action.
Neiman is a suave, sophisticated man who loves his work and loves to talk
about it. Dressed in a fancy denim-style suit, with a long, thin cigar
protruding from under his handlebar moustache, he expounds on a score
of subjects as if he had all the time in the world. In the adjacent room, the
telephone rings almost unceasingly. It is answered by his assistant, who
calls out the message to him. More likely than not, it is a request for
Neiman's artistic services.
"I sketch all the time," he says. "A sketch is not necessarily a study to
me. It's a record -- something to consult with. I sketch an awful lot in
public. Because when I go someplace and I get bored, I sketch.
Everybody forgives me for it. They think I have an uncontrollable desire
to draw."
"I turn most things down, because they're not stimulating and inspiring,"
says Neiman matter-of-factly. "Money isn't enough stimulus to do
something I don't like. ... I work very hard. I fool around a lot too, but
I don't go on vacations. I don't have hobbies. I put my vices within my
craft."
********
12-1-79
The 50 portraits, whose subjects include Sir Lawrence Oliver, Sir John
Gielgud, Sir Alec Guinness, Henry Moore, Lord Mountbatten and Harold
Pinter, were exhibited last month at the Light Gallery on Fifth Avenue,
and have just opened in London. Meanwhile, the book version of the
prints, with extensive commentary, has been published this month as _The
Great British_ (New York Graphic Society, Boston, $14.95). The
photographs, like those found in Newman's three previous books and in
his hundreds of assignments for _Life_, _Look_, _Newsweek_ and other
publications, are far more than mere portraits. Rather, they are profound
artistic statements, in which the background of the picture often
symbolizes the person's achievement.
"I don't use props: I use reality," explains Newman, taking a break at the
West 57th Street studio he has occupied since 1948. On the wall are
pictures -- he prefers that word to "photographs" -- of Marc Chagall,
Pablo Picasso, Eugene O'Neill and four American presidents; Newman
has photographed every president since Truman.
Big, burly, mellow-voiced and casually dressed, Arnold Newman at 61
looks like an aging beatnik. His quick wit and ready laugh mask a
perfectionism that has characterized his work ever since he turned to
photography in 1938. His ability "to make the camera see what I saw"
showed itself almost at once. In 1941 he held his first exhibition and sold
his first print to the Museum of Modern Art.
"I could have made, over the years, a hell of a lot more money than I
have, simply by doing more commercial work and cashing in on my
reputation. But that doesn't interest me," he reflects, puffing on his ever
present cigar. "I mean, money interests me, but I'd just see my life being
wasted."
"I said, 'Well, Mr. President, we did 15 senators, and they found out they
had one too many for the layout, so they dropped the one least likely to
succeed.'
"A bit later I managed to get into Pierre's office and started stammering
and apologizing. Suddenly Pierre started breaking out in laughter. I said,
'What the hell's so funny?' He said, 'He was pulling your leg! He's been
walking all around the White House for the last 30 minutes, telling that
story on himself.'"
After the assassination, Newman was called to the White House again to
photograph the official portrait of Lyndon Johnson. "He could give an
angel an ulcer. ... I didn't get paid for the picture, not even my expenses.
It cost me a fortune."
Arnold and his wife Augusta have been married for 31 years; she runs the
studio and works closely with him. Their two sons, Eric and David, are
professionals in neurology and architecture, respectively. The Newmans'
favorite neighborhood restaurants include Rikyu and Genghiz Khan's
Bicycle on Columbus Avenue, and the Cafe des Artistes on their own
block.
********
8-11-79
Six years ago, the award-winning broadcast journalist decided to find out
if he was bluffing himself. He spent seven months of his spare time
writing a book called _Strictly Speaking: Will America be the Death of
English?_ Published in 1974 when Newman was 55 years old, it became
the nation's number one best-seller for non-fiction. His follow-up book,
_A Civil Tongue_ (1976), was another best-seller.
Now Edwin newman has written his first novel, _Sunday Punch_
(Houghton Mifflin, $9.95). Published in June, it has already gone through
two printings in hardcover, totaling 60,000 copies. The _Atlantic_ has
described the book as "a Wodehousian excursion that is lighter than air
and twice as much fun as laughing gas."
_Sunday Punch_, he says, "is the story of an extremely thin, tall, British
prizefighter named Aubrey Philpott-Grimes who comes to the U.S. to
fight because he can make more money here than in Britain. The more
money he makes, the higher taxes he can pay, and Aubrey is a great
believer in paying taxes. He is tremendously interested in economics, so
that if he is brought to the microphone after a fight, he'll probably start
talking about structural unemployment and floating exchange rates, rather
than talking about fighting. ... The book allows me to comment on the
United States from the view of an outsider."
His fascination with the cultural and linguistic differences of the U.S. and
England dates back to the late 1940s, when Newman left his job with the
Washington-based International News Service and moved to London.
There, he found work as a "stringer" for the NBC network, and when he
was invited to join the full-time staff in 1952, he remained at the British
capital for five more years. In 1961, after serving as NBC bureau chief
in both Paris and Rome, he returned to his native Manhattan and settled
into his present Eastside apartment with his English wife, Rigel. The
Newmans' daughter Nancy was educated entirely in England.
A harsh critic of the state of the language in America today, Newman is
the head of the Usage Panel for the American Heritage Dictionary. He is
always being sent examples of poor English. "Do you want to know what
accountability is?" he says, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he takes
a letter from his desk. "This is from a teachers' committee in Kalamazoo,
Michigan. 'Accountability is a concept that, when operationalized, finds
the interrelatedness and parameters of responsibility shaped by individuals
within the system.'
"It seems to me there are two movements going on that affect language in
the United States, and it's curious that they would be going on at the same
time, because in a way they conflict with each other. One is the increasing
use of jargon and pomposity, which can partly traced to the size of the
government. As the government grows, this kind of language grows. ...
The more technical they make the language sound, the more money
they're likely to earn.
"Then you have the influence of the social sciences, where exactly the
same thing goes on. People attempt to take familiar ideas, small ideas, and
in some cases no ideas, and make them sound large by wrapping them up
in grandiose language.
"The other movement that is going on is based on the notion that correct,
specific, concrete language doesn't matter very much. What matters is that
your heart be in the right place. ... This idea was thoroughly welcome to
many people in education. For one thing, it means that you have less
written work to correct. And also, of course, if you don't have to teach
correct English, you don't have to know it."
"I think in some way," concludes Newman, "I fell into the right
profession. Somebody said -- I think it was H.L. Mencken -- that you go
into the news business because it gives you a front-row seat. And he
might have added that not only does it give you a front row seat, but you
get the seat free."
born 1-15-19
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2-16-80
Fame rests lightly on the shoulders of Larry O'Brien, who was raised on
politics in his hometown of Springfield, Massachusetts and never sought
elective office for himself, yet became one of the Democratic Party's most
influential spokesmen for nearly two decades.
He was in the news again in 1974, when, having retired from politics, he
published his autobiography, _No Final Victories_. Expecting to be out
of the public eye after that, O'Brien was astonished to be offered the job
of commissioner of the National Basketball Association. Now midway
through his fifth season, he has not only resolved the major disputes that
threatened the future of professional basketball, but has brought a new
vitality to the sport.
The NBA's headquarters, a plush suite of office high above Fifth Avenue,
is silent and practically empty on the afternoon of my appointment with
the commissioner. A gregarious host, he talks about basketball and politics
for nearly two hours in his effusive manner, while chain-smoking low-tar
cigarettes. He is a hearty, husky man with a basso voice that rarely alters
in pitch, and is as casual as a bartender.
Brought up in the town where basketball was invented, the son of Irish
immigrants, he worked his way through law school by tending bar in his
father's cafe in the daytime and taking classes at night. One of the most
trusted of politicians, known for his uncommon organizational abilities and
his gift for compromise, O'Brien is a fascinatingly long-winded
conversationalist who speaks with many digressions.
"The sports commissioner is somewhat unique. First of all, you are paid
by the owners, and you are expected to be as responsive as you can to the
fans -- to do everything possible to ensure that the game is presented in
the best conceivable way to the fans, and the most exciting and interesting
manner, because after all, this is business."
Recently Dallas was granted a franchise to create a new NBA team, the
23rd in the U.S. "If there were further expansion beyond 24 teams,"
O'Brien predicts, "I think it would take on an international flavor. ...
There are a number of countries in Europe that are playing quality
basketball at the professional level. I envision that by the mid-80s, you
would find countries in Europe that could be competitive with us.
Probably the first step would be only exhibitions, but I can see it reaching
a point where you could give serious thought to establishing another
conference perhaps."
Larry and his wife Elva have been married since 1944; their son Laurence
III is a Washington-based lawyer. An Eastside resident during most of the
last seven years, O'Brien recalls the Watergate break-in with grim humor.
"We didn't have anything in the office anyway. We were practically
bankrupt. I thought, maybe there's a typewriter missing. ... I was a
disbeliever. It took a long time for it to penetrate that this was real. ...
My best recollection of that period is that I was very depressed, in the
sense of what effects it was having on our system of government.
"When I was on my book promotion tour, people would ask, 'How does
it feel to be a politician?' as if it was a dirty word. I have always been
proud of being a politician, and I've never felt otherwise. But I found that
all of us involved in politics were painted with the same brush."
His mood brightens when the subject returns to basketball. Speaking of the
recent backboard-shattering antics of "Chocolate Thunder" Darryl
Dawkins, O'Brien reports that the star "said that he certainly could adjust
his dunk shot to prevent further incidents."
The most difficult aspect of his job so far, says O'Brien, has been to
enforce the compensation agreement that players and owners signed four
years ago. "Compensation means that when a player has terminated his
contractual obligations to a club, the new club that acquires him must
make compensation to the other team, and work that out between them.
And then if the two teams fail to reach an agreement, the case comes to
me and I determine what compensation is appropriate. In making the
losing club whole, I can assign draft choices, players, money, or any
combination thereof. It's extremely difficult -- weighing players against
players, and deciding how much money is valid compensation. There's no
sure way of doing it, unless you were Solomon or you had a crystal ball
as to how it would turn out."
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3-4-78
Television has changed that. Now, with longer broadcasting hours and the
abundance of new channels, vintage movies are enjoying a second life,
often with a bigger audience than the first time. Maybe that's why the
name Maureen O'Sullivan is practically a household word even today.
Between 1930 and 1965 she made dozens of films, ranging from Marx
Brothers comedy (_A Day At The Races_) to classics of English literature
(_David Copperfield_, _Pride and Prejudice_) to Tarzan films, in which
she played Jane.
"I'm doing an autobiography now. It's about halfway done. My agent has
the manuscript. But I'm not writing any more until I see if there's any
interest in it. ... I started it two years ago, then put it away. I wasn't even
interested in it myself. Then a friend of mine, John Springer, had me to
lunch. He said, 'You ought to do an autobiography.' I said I had already
started one. ... So I went back and worked on it some more, and
condensed it into 10 pages. I had to do it myself -- every word, syllable,
comma."
She recently spent five weeks in upstate New York playing one of the
leads in _The Glass Menagerie_ by Tennessee Williams. The critics had
nothing but praise for her portrayal of the ambitious mother, and one
described Maureen's acting as "genius."
The stage is not the only place where Maureen employs her dramatic
talents. Shortly after completing the Williams play, she went to Albany,
New York to do a reading from _The Wayward Bus_ for the state
legislature. "They're trying to get a new bill through Congress to get
money for a program for more halfway houses for women alcoholics," she
explains. "I believe in that kind of thing."
One of the last plays she did in New York City was _No Sex Please --
We're British_. It was a hit in London, and the preview performances
were doing well enough in New York to call for an official Broadway
opening. "Then [drama critic] Clive Barnes came to the producer and
said, 'If you have an opening you'll have a disaster, because the critics
won't like it.' And he was right. As soon as the reviews came out, the
theatre emptied. In the previews, the audiences loved it. The critics made
a big thing out of opening night. In London, I don't think the public pays
that much attention to the critics. The average person there doesn't read
the reviews."
Perhaps it's the singing lessons she has never stopped taking that account
for her pure lyrical speaking voice, which is still as sweet as it was when
she made her first film, _Song of My Heart_, nearly 50 years ago.
Though Maureen's soft British accent gives no hint of it, she was brought
up in Dublin, Ireland. While working as a young actress in England she
was discovered by an American producer and brought to the U.S. to do
her first movie with famed tenor John McCormack. After that her career
blossomed.
Any comment on the Tarzan films for which she became famous? "I made
five. They have been remembered. I'm glad to be remembered for
something. Let's leave it at that."
Maureen has been a Westsider for the past 15 years. "I'm very fond of
Mal the Tailor, on 72nd near Columbus. And Mr. Walsh the florist.
O'Neal's Balloon. The Pioneer Market. They're all on 72nd Street. That's
my beat."
She walks toward the window. "I love this view. The park is different
every time of the year. Now it's all covered with snow. Pretty soon the
buds will be all over the trees." She smiles contentedly. "I really think
that if I had to leave the West Side I'd leave New York. Because to me,
this is New York."
********
4-1-78
"Oh, do you take shorthand?" said Betsy Palmer as we sat down in her
dressing room to chat between shows. "I could always read and write
shorthand. I worked for the B & O Railroad as a stenographer before I
went away to school and learned acting. I guess if I had to, I could brush
up and go back to it."
It's most unlikely that she'll ever have to. Even if her Tony Award
winning play, _Same Time, Next Year_, should happen to close, Betsy
would find herself swamped with offers for choice acting roles. But her
hit show about the lighter side of adultery won't be closing for a long time
yet. It is currently being made into a film starring Ellen Burstyn and Alan
Alda.
During her years of TV stardom Betsy was doing plenty of serious acting
-- everything from Shakespeare to Peter Pan to Ibsen. She has made five
Hollywood films and performed the lead in numerous Broadway shows,
including _South Pacific_, _Cactus Flower_ and Tennessee Williams'
_Eccentricities of a Nightingale_. Few of her roles, however, have been
as demanding as Doris in _Same Time, Next Year_.
To begin with, she and her co-star, Monte Markham, are the only
characters in the play. Second, the play's action takes place over a period
of 25 years, in which Doris goes through momentous changes. In doing
this transformation smoothly, Betsy creates a character so believable and
lovable that the audience forgives her for cheating on her husband, which
she does one weekend a year in order to meet her lover George.
"Doing the play takes all my energy.I'm a single woman now, and have
been for three years. But if I were involved with somebody now, it would
take up a lot of my energies. So it doesn't bother me; when the time
comes for me to be involved, I will be. Right now, I'm really quite
satisfied to come here six days a week and have a fantasy life. It has all
the good things in it and none of the bad things. ... It gives you such a
rainbow of colors to express yourself within, that I find it terribly
rewarding and gratifying. I am never bored with the show."
George, like Doris, is married and has three children, and he too goes
through drastic changes of attitude during the time period from 1951 to
1976. But while George wins the audience's respect and sympathy, Doris
steals their hearts.
"I get out there and I feel such love. All of a sudden they begin to adore
her. They're watching her spread her wings and finally fly. ... The
adultery is done with such taste. You see two people who really love their
respective mates, and their children."
Betsy has been an off-and-on Westside resident ever since she first came
to New York in 1951. When doing _Same Time, Next Year_ she is
subletting a friend's apartment on Riverside Drive. Her 16-year-old
daughter frequently comes down from Connecticut to spend time with her
on the West Side.
"I've lived on the East Side but my preference is the West Side. Let's face
it, Broadway's on the West Side. Where Broadway is is where my heart
is." Flowers by Edith (69th and B'way) is one of Betsy's best-loved
Westside establishments. "I've become very good friends with her. I've
gone to her house to parties."
********
3-22-80
Although Peerce has been one of America's most beloved singers for
almost half a century, it was not for sentimental reasons alone that he was
treated with such acclaim that evening. He still has one of the clearest,
strongest, sweetest tenor voices in the business, and his repertoire is
enormous. Besides arias and showtunes, he performs ballads, German
lieder, French contemporary songs, cantorial and oratory music
with equal facility. In order to keep his voice in top form, he now limits
his concerts to about 50 a year, but last summer, on a tour of Australia,
he did 17 concerts in 21 days.
"I vocalize every day of my life, I keep observing the laws of decent
living, and I face every booking as it was my first," he says in a recent
telephone interview, contacted at his Westside apartment. "I believe in the
adage that the show must go on, but you must not go out at the expense
of your health, or impair the quality of your voice by singing against
nature."
This fall will find him doing a one-man show at Carnegie Hall. In addition
to his regular schedule of cross-country concerts, he makes cruises of the
Caribbean several times each year aboard the SS Rotterdam.
His parents were Orthodox Jews who had immigrated from Russia, and
they were able to afford violin lessons for him by taking in lodgers at the
Lower East Side apartment where he grew up. Born under the name Jacob
Pincus Perelmuth, he began his career working primarily as a violinist and
bandleader in the Catskills. In 1929 he married his childhood sweetheart,
Alice Kalmanowitz, and three years later was discovered by the great
showman Samuel "Roxy" Rothafel, who hired him as a featured singer at
the new Radio City Music Hall.
A deeply religious man, long noted for his humanitarian efforts, Peerce
is particularly supportive of Bonds for Israel. "My wife Alice is the only
woman on the board of governors. She's the chairperson," he says
proudly. "It's to help Israel build and keep building, and develop to the
point where she belongs. She's growing beautifully, and she will grow
even more."
The Peerces, who have two daughters and a son, maintain a house in New
Rochelle as well as the Westside apartment that they have had for the past
15 years. Although Jan Peerce stopped playing the violin long ago, he is
still a dues-paying member of the local violinists' union. "One day I asked
them if they could give me an honorary membership," he chuckles,
revealing his famous offbeat humor. "They said they were very sorry,
they couldn't do it. I said why not, and they said, 'All our honorary
members are dead.'"
Another time, when he was the guest of honor at a dinner party, the
hostess, seated next to him, chatted with such energy that Peerce had
trouble getting in a single word. He got his chance when the waiter
brought around a tray of assorted salad dressings. The gabby woman
asked, "Mr. Peerce, how do you usually eat your salad?"
********
2-2-79
It was an unusual statement to come from a man who has made a career
out of fearing nothing. "I'm scared to death every time I sit down at a
typewriter," confessed George Plimpton, who, in his 20 years as
America's foremost "participatory journalist," has played football with the
Detroit Lions, fought the light heavyweight champion of the world,
pitched to major league baseball players, raced cars internationally, and
performed with the New York Philharmonic as a percussionist.
"Sometimes you can do it, and sometimes it's not there," continued
Plimpton, leaning back in the desk chair at his Eastside apartment. "It's
very hard to work alone. There's the television set, and all these books,
and your son and daughter in the next room. Sometimes I have to get
away. So I go to bars and I sit in a corner and write. You're trapped in
there. There's nothing else to do but write."
Which is precisely what he did in 1959 when, for the purpose of one of
his countless stories for _Sports Illustrated_, he took on Archie Moore,
then king of the light heavyweight division, for a three-round exhibition
match in New York. Since that time, Plimpton has never lost his interest
in boxing. A close friend of Muhammad Ali's who has followed the
champion around the world, he made Ali the chief character of his book
_Shadow Box_, which came out in paperback this month from Berkley.
As with most of Plimpton's works, the story is told with an abundance of
humor.
His hair is mostly silver now, and there are creases starting to appear on
his ruggedly handsome face, but Plimpton, at 52, is still the same larger
than-life, charismatic figure he has been since he came to national
attention in 1961 with the publication of _Out of My League_, a book
about his foray into major league baseball. _Paper Lion_ (1966), which
told of his brief career as a quarterback with the Detroit Lions, cemented
his reputation as the nation's most realistic sportswriter. His other books
include _The Bogey Man_, _One More July_, and _Mad Ducks and
Bears_. As a lecturer, he is in demand all over the country. He and his
wife Freddy have been married for 11 years.
Born in New York City, he grew up around 98th Street and 5th Avenue,
attended Harvard University (where he edited the _Harvard Lampoon_),
and spent three years in the Army before heading for England to study at
King's College, Cambridge. During an Easter vacation there, he joined
some friends in Paris to discuss the launching of the literary magazine he
has guided ever since.
In 1979, said Plimpton with a grin, "I'm supposed to manage the New
York Yankees for a day, and go through the whole procedure of being
fired by George Steinbrenner. I hope it's followed by a beer commercial
with Billy Martin."
Asked about his attachment to the East Side, Plimpton stressed his
fondness for the city as a whole. "In the last couple of years, there's been
an enormous rebirth of excitement about living in the city. ... I think
Mayor [Ed] Koch has a lot to do with pulling it up. He seems to fit
everywhere. If I saw him twirling up a pancake dough in a pizza shop on
Broadway, or driving a 5th Avenue bus, or carrying a briefcase into 20
Exchange Place, I wouldn't be surprised. He's a quintessential New
Yorker."
When my visit with Plimpton was about to end, I couldn't resist testing
him with my favorite sports question: "Who was the only man to play for
the Boston Red Sox, the Boston Patriots and the Boston Bruins?" He
couldn't guess. The answer, I told him, was a guy named John Kiley, who
played the national anthem on the organ.
"Who was the only man to play for the Boston Bruins and the Boston
Celtics?" he asked. I said I didn't know. He smiled and replied: "George
Plimpton."
********
1-26-80
Asked whether any memorable events took place during the filming,
Preminger snaps, "Even if there were, I don't remember. After I have
made a picture and I have seen it maybe two, three times with an
audience, I deliberately detach myself, because I don't want it to influence
my next picture. As a matter of fact, a few months ago, my wife was
dressing to go out, and I turned on the television and saw one of my old
pictures. I recognized it, but we had to leave before it was finished. I still
don't know how it ends."
In 1944 he had a three-week love affair with Gypsy Rose Lee that resulted
in the birth of his son Erik Lee Preminger. The boy didn't find out the
identity of his real father until the age of 18. They were reunited four
years later, and liked each other immediately. Preminger legally adopted
Erik, who is currently in Los Angeles writing a biography of his late
mother.
Preminger and his third wife, a former costume designer named Hope
Bryce, to whom he has been married since 1959, are the parents of 19
year-old twins, Victoria and Mark. An Upper Eastsider for two decades,
Preminger includes among his favorite restaurants Caravelle, Le Cirque
and 21, where agent Irving "Swifty" Lazar once broke a glass over his
head that took 51 stitches to close.
"I could live without it," he says with a shrug. "I like to give my family
luxuries, but I could easily live in one furnished room and be also happy."
********
8-26-78
The dividing line of New York's 19th Congressional District twists and
loops through upper Manhattan like a traveler who has lost his way. From
the corner of 62nd Street and Central Park West, the boundary turns
sharply at Amsterdam Avenue and extends northward to 164th Street, then
follows the East River shoreline south to Roosevelt Island, taking in all of
Harlem and a large chunk of the East Side.
This is the area that U.S. Congressman Charles Rangel has represented
ever since he was sent to Washington in 1971, after defeating the colorful
and controversial Adam Clayton Powell Jr. in the Democratic primary.
Today, as firmly in control of the seat as Powell was during his height of
popularity, Congressman Rangel stands virtually unopposed in his quest
for a fifth term.
Whereas the late Powell had wide appeal only among the city's blacks,
Rangel gained the support of many Harlem residents plus a large majority
of liberal whites on the upper West Side. It was they who provided him
with a 150-vote margin of victory over Powell in 1970. In the present
95th Congress, Rangel has had the most liberal voting record of any
congressman from New York state. And while he has continued to give
a great deal of attention to Harlem's problems of health care,
unemployment and drugs, Rangel has recently had more demands placed
on his time as a member of the powerful House Ways and Means
Committee. The first black ever to serve on the committee, he is currently
11th in seniority and will be seventh in the next Congress.
In his New York office, where he generally spends two days per week,
Rangel appears surprisingly fresh and relaxed at the end of a working day.
As we settle into the interview, the elegantly dressed congressman with
the graying moustache and the rasping voice proves himself very much the
politician. He uses each question as a springboard to launch into his
favorite topics -- for example, his access to President Carter.
Another field in which he finds Carter at fault is health care. "I support
Kennedy's proposal," said the congressman. "There's no question that, for
anti-inflation reasons, the president has put his national health program on
the back burner. But to think that any program could be directly controlled
by economic needs rather than by the medical needs of the people is
something I cannot accept."
Married and with two children, Congressman Rangel believes that his
future lies primarily in the Ways and Means Committee, which handles
such giant concerns as taxes, trade, health insurance, social security and
welfare. In order to maintain his popularity throughout the 19th
Congressional District, he must continue to support those programs that
benefit his constituents in both Harlem and the Upper West Side. How can
this be done? "If we're going to use the tax system to make incentives for
the business community to help the economy," he replies, "we need to
bring the disadvantaged into the mainstream."
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2-23-80
Joe Raposo wrote those words, along with their music, on a January
morning in New York City, about 10 years ago. "It was," he recalls, "as
succinctly and as economically and precisely as I could embody a
philosophy of life in a song. 'Sing' is my philosophy of life, period. ...
I remember leaving the studio and walking up Sixth Avenue saying, 'If
that isn't a hit song, I know absolutely nothing about it.'"
"It's one of the most recorded songs in the world," says Joe. "I think
there are something like 180 versions of it, in just about every major
language. ... Lawrence Welk recently did this hit parade of songs of the
decade, and the number one song of the decade was 'Sing.'"
Long noted for his musical versatility, Raposo grew up in Fall River,
Massachusetts, the only child of a classical musician father and a piano
playing mother. "I learned counterpoint at the age of 6 or so by wandering
around the concert hall as my father rehearsed Mozart." His parents
taught him piano, violin and bass viol. At Harvard University he began
to write and direct his own musicals. Soon after moving to New York
City in 1966, he had all the work he could handle as musical director,
composer and lyricist for both television and the stage. He is the recipient
of three Emmy Awards and an Oscar nomination. As a record producer,
he has won four Grammy Awards.
"It's Not Easy Bein' Green," one of many songs he wrote for the _Sesame
Street_ TV show, has become the international anthem for the Girl Scouts
of America. Another Raposo hit, "You Will Be My Music," brought
Sinatra out of retirement several years ago. His _Sesame Street Fever_
disco album has sold more than a million copies.
"It's the darndest story ever. Because it tells how a man who's a
tremendous idealist came to this country from Switzerland to found a new
utopian agrarian state, with cattle and fields of grain, and vineyards. ...
When the Gold Rush started, Sutter's whole society was ruined. And it is
an incredible parallel for our time, in that our pursuit of material goods
tends to make us forget all the natural, beautiful things that surround us.
Apart from being a creative artist and a practical businessman, Joe has an
active family life. Married for the past four years to beautiful Pat Collins
of ABC-TV's _Good Morning America_, he has custody of two sons from
a previous marriage. The eldest, 16-year-old Joseph, is already making
waves as a bass player, both electric and orchestral. Joe and Pat also have
a 3-year-old daughter of their own.
An admirer of President Carter since 1975, Joe wrote the music for
Carter's campaign song the following year, and has done so again for
1980.
In his infrequent spare time Joe loves "tinkering -- banging nails into
things, and building stuff. I'm a pretty handy carpenter, a fair electrician."
With a mischievous smile he adds: "As a matter of fact, sometimes I think
I should go into that full-time, because the music business is chancy."
********
6-4-77
"Mason, I've got two very very important pieces of advice to give you,"
Milton Berle told the youngster when they first met. "Don't believe in
Hollywood party promises; and practice, practice and rehearse."
Uncle Miltie's words have been a useful lesson for Mason Reese, the boy
wonder of television. In 1973, at the age of 7, Mason skyrocketed to fame
by winning a Clio Award for best male in a TV commercial. In the same
year he co-hosted the _Mike Douglas Show_ for a week and became a
children's reporter for WNBC-TV. His picture appeared in _Time_,
_Newsweek_, and on the cover of _TV Guide_. Mason's unique face and
voice became known to millions.
Since that time, however, there have been a few disappointments mixed
in with the triumphs. At 11, Mason is wiser and more philosophical about
show business. Along with his parents, he has learned not to place faith
in verbal agreements, as Berle cautioned.
The Reeses welcome me into their West End Avenue home. As I take a
seat beside the "borgasmord kid" and look around me at the Chagall
prints, Bill and Sonia, Mason's parents, pull up armchairs to listen in and
help out.
But during the interview, Mason needs no more help with his answers
than he did with his first audition at age 5, when he beat out 600 other
children to become the spokesman for Ivory Snow. After that he endorsed
such products as Ralston Purina, Thick and Frosty, and Underwood Meat
Spread, winning a total of seven Clios to date. He's been co-host with
Mike Douglas for three weeks and has appeared as a television guest with
countless other celebrities.
One of my first questions is about children's rights. "I think children have
enough rights as it is," he says. "They're with their families, they go to
school, they have the pleasure of learning. ... and they realize that when
they grow up they'll be able to have more and more fun, as long as they
don't go on a mad rampage when they're kids."
Which type of people are most likely to grab him or pick him up? "It's
always the middle-aged Italian ladies and the Jewish grandmothers," he
says authoritatively. "Some people don't want to treat a kid like a human
being. They want them like a puppy dog; instead of petting, it's
pinching."
While the Reeses remain optimistic about the future, they try not to build
up their hopes on a new project unless it is something solid. For show
business is, after all, a business.
Mason has lived on the West Side for all of his 11 years. "I don't seem
to understand why everyone thinks the East Side is classier," he says. "I
think they're friendlier people on the West Side, because people on the
East Side get snobby. Most of my friends are on the West Side."
His favorite eating places? "I love the Greek restaurants -- the Four
Brothers (87th & Broadway) and the Argo (72nd & Columbus). Greeks
are okay, aren't they mom? I like restaurants that are a little bit dumpy,
without much decor."
When I run out of questions, I ask Mason if there are any other comments
he wants to make. "I think you've asked what everyone else has asked,"
he replies honestly. And then with a smile: "Except that I've given you
different answers.
"Wait, there's one thing," he goes on. "I'd like my allowance raised to
five dollars." Then, leaning back on the, sofa looking as content as a man
celebrating his 100th birthday, he adds: "I've really had no gripes in life.
Except that I'd like people to stop calling me a midget, and to stop
pinching me."
Some people who have never met Mason Reese in person unfairly assume
that he is a spoiled brat with pushy, exploitive parents. In fact, Bill and
Sonia are warm, creative people who are fully aware of the great
responsibility they have in bringing up their extraordinary son. Mason is
not only brilliant, but a gentleman. He should be making movies, and with
a bit of luck, he will be, soon. Having met him, I can only repeat -- not
improve on -- the words of Tony Randall: "I tell you this with neither
hesitation nor embarrassment. ... I'm a fan of his for life."
********
6-10-78
Marty Reisman was ready for _The Tonight Show_. But was _The
Tonight Show_ ready for Marty Reisman?
"My gosh, that's never happened before," laughed Davidson. But Marty's
humorous stumbling may well have been part of his act because, as
America's best-loved table tennis player, he very often does things that
haven't been done before. On _The Tonight Show_ he returned shots with
his foot and behind his back, broke a cigarette with his slam shot (that has
been clocked at 105 miles per hour), and soon had Davidson sprawled
across the table trying to reach shots that came back of their own.
"I feel I'm moving with the times," he remarks, late one evening at the
center. "When from an athletic professional point of view some people
would think about retirement, my career is on the point of fresh
blossoming." He is referring to the fact that his autobiography, _The
Money Player_, published in 1974, is now being converted into a movie
script. And other things are happening. Several months ago his table
tennis parlor was the scene of a unique recording session -- a piece of
music titled _Tournament Overture for Flute, Cello, Synthesizer, and Two
Ping-Pong Players_, composed especially for Reisman. The event was
followed by a regular tournament. And this fall Marty has a long-range
exhibition tour lined up.
"I started playing on the Lower East Side, about 1942," he says. "A year
later, at the age of 13, I was the New York City Junior Champion. ... At
17, I represented the United States in the World Championship which was
held in London, at Wembley Stadium. There were 10,000 people
watching. I lost in the quarterfinals. ... The next year I made it to the
semifinals and received a rating of number three in the world."
That year, 1949, was probably the peak of Marty's career from a purely
athletic standpoint, although he was good enough to win the U.S.
Championship in 1958 and 1960. What distinguishes him from other
players, however, is the variety and richness of his experiences in the
world of Ping-Pong. For three years he toured with the Harlem
Globetrotters as their star attraction at halftime. He spent several years in
the Far East as well, and was in Hanoi when the French were defeated at
Dien Bien Phu. Altogether he has played in 65 countries, and has picked
up such titles as South American Champion, Canadian Champion, and
British Champion.
As the title of his autobiography indicates, Marty has also been known to
place a wager on occasion. "I've hustled when I've had to," he confesses.
"But it hasn't been my way of life. I don't misrepresent myself. I play
against the best players in the world, all over the world. Wherever I am,
I create the drama, the action, the excitement, because of the large sums
of money I bet." In one of his biggest hustles he flew to Omaha,
Nebraska, under the guise of a baby crib salesman, to help a man who had
been hustled himself. Reisman played for $1,000 a game and emerged
from the contest 14 games ahead.
West 96th Street has long been a hotbed of table tennis activity. A Ping
Pong parlor opened there in 1934, and Marty took it over in 1958. Today,
many of the world's great players stop by for a game when they visit New
York. Dustin Hoffman, Walter Matthau, Bobby Fischer and Art Carney
have played there also. Marty's regular customers range from 8-year-old
boys to a man of 83 who plays twice a week. The center opens in the
afternoon and doesn't close until 3:30 in the morning, seven days a week.
"I live on the West Side and so do most of my friends," says Marty.
A man has been standing nearby during the interview; Marty introduces
him as Bill, his former manager.
"Manager?" snorts the man with a gruff smile. "He can't be managed.
Human beings can be managed, but Reisman is something different. If he
says 'I'll be there at 3 o'clock' he might show up at 4 -- the next day.
But," he concedes, "if Marty didn't have those idiosyncracies, he wouldn't
have those rare talents."
********
3-3-79
It was Sunday, October 20, 1929. Four days later, on Black Thursday,
Wall Street would be rocked by the biggest losses in its history and the
nation would be plunged into its greatest crisis since the Civil War. But
October 20 still belonged to the Roaring Twenties, and on that date the
most highly publicized event to take place in Manhattan was a violin
concert by a 9-year-old wunderkind named Ruggiero Ricci, who delivered
a flawless performance of the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto and was
lauded as a genius by the city's leading music critics. That concert made
Ricci's career; in the 10 years that followed, the boy virtuoso earned an
annual salary higher than that of the president of the United States.
The story might have ended there, but unlike most prodigies, who burn
themselves out early, Ruggiero Ricci has continued to grow in stature as
an artist. Since the 1940s he has been considered one of the greatest living
violinists, and, with more than 500 recordings to his credit, he is the
most-recorded soloist, instrumental or vocal, in the world today.
Especially in demand abroad, he has made five trips to Australia and three
to the Soviet Union, where he was obliged to play nine encores at his
debut appearance. Twenty of his concerts in West Germany were sold out
a year in advance, and more than a dozen of his South American tours
have been sellouts as well.
"I travel most of the year, except maybe a month off in the summer," says
Ricci, a short, good-humored man of 60 with large, sparkling eyes, jet
black brows, and a soft, slightly accented voice that sounds as if he were
born in Europe. He sits curled up in a corner of the couch in his
magnificent Westside apartment. "I dislike to travel. In the old days, there
were a lot of airplane breakdowns, and we were always hung up in
airports waiting for them to fix the plane. Today they have all these
hijacking searches. You have to go through the machines; they have these
enormous lines. And when you get to the hotel, there's a line a mile
long."
He believes that Russian audiences are "the best public in the world. They
don't applaud between the movements, like they do in New York. ... It's
always interesting to visit a place for the first time. I don't want to go to
Russia so much anymore. We found out it's boring. There's nothing to
do. And it's not much fun. There's no tipping, so the hotel service is very
bad. It takes an hour to get breakfast; you can sit there and be completely
ignored by the waiter. To make a telephone call: it's easier to go to the
moon."
Ricci's repertoire, which includes more than 60 concertos from the 17th
to the 20th centuries, is the largest of any violinist's now before the
public. This calls for a lot of practice. "When you're a kid," says Ricci,
"you hate to practice. And when you're a grownup, practice is a pleasure.
It lets you escape all the other junk. ... I don't have any trouble practicing
in this building, because the old buildings have heavy walls. But if you
want to practice in a hotel, that's hard. Sometimes you can use a mute. Or
you turn on the television. Then they don't complain. If they hear a
fiddle, they complain."
Ricci has two major concerts in New York this year. The first will take
place at Carnegie Hall on Saturday, March 3, when Ricci will join such
celebrities as Andres Segovia, Yehudi Menuhin, Jose Ferrer, Jean-Pierre
Rampal, and Peter Ustinov for a historic musical program to
commemorate the 15th anniversary of Symphonicum Europae, a
foundation whose aim is to promote international understanding and
cooperation by sponsoring performances in every country.
Ricci's other New York concert will mark another anniversary. It will be
on October 20th -- 50 years to the day since he took the city by storm.
"The early concerts I remember very well," says the maestro, who was
born in San Francisco to a family of Italian immigrants. "For most
prodigies, the problem is the parents. My father just wasn't every smart
about how to handle me. Nowadays they don't have prodigies anymore
because there isn't any profit in it. In the old days, a kid could get $2,500
to $3000 dollars a night. Everybody had their kid study."
None of his five children has turned out to be a prodigy, but three of them
are already professionals in the performing arts. Ricci's slender, attractive
wife, Julia, is an active participant in his career. Westsiders for many
years, the Riccis enjoy such local restaurants as La Tablita, Alfredo's and
the Cafe des Artistes.
Asked what he likes best about his career, Ricci says it is making
recordings. "It's more leisurely. You don't have all the headaches. ... The
newest development is direct-to-disc records. The music goes straight
from the mike into the cutting head master, and there's no way to erase.
If it's a 20-minute recording and you make a mistake on the 19th minute,
you have to start over. I just finished recording the _Paganini Caprices_
on direct-to-disc. It's coming out this month. The caprices are very rarely
performed in public, because they're so difficult."
********
1-5-80
Dragging deeply on his cigarette, the man whom critics and fellow jazz
artists have frequently called the greatest drummer in the world -- perhaps
of all time -- dismisses such labels with something approaching
annoyance.
"I don't think anybody is the best of anything in the world. Babe Ruth's
record was broken, Joe Louis was knocked out. ... I'd rather not be the
world's greatest anything. I'd rather be what I am, which is a good
drummer."
Then in 1966 he formed his current band, the 15-man Buddy Rich
Orchestra. In December he brought the band to the chic, newly remodeled
Grand Finale on West 70th Street. Seated at his drums in the center of the
orchestra, he effortlessly mixes snare, tom-tom, bass drum and cymbals
in a whirling, benumbing mass of sound.
Back in his huge living room, which is decorated much like a summer
house in Newport, Rhode Island, Buddy says that his nightclub gigs are
rare. "We do about nine months on the road, which includes Europe and
the Orient. All the cities of this country. Most of the tours I'm on are 90
percent concert halls and schools. ... The main reason is educational. It's
good for the young people to discover all of a sudden that music isn't just
a guitar and a drum and a bad out-of-tune singer. ... I think as young
people become more sophisticated in their tastes, they begin to realize that
jazz is just as high an art form as classical music."
Another sore spot is the 55-mile-per-hour speed limit. "I'm heavily into
sports cars; I used to race long ago. I find that the restrictions placed on
us today are insane, contradictory, and hypocritical. ... I don't know
anyone on the highway who actually does 55 miles an hour, and it's just
another way of making money for the state or the local community, and
I think it's no better than a *ing stickup!"
He doesn't keep any drums in the apartment, and never practices. "I want
my days to be as a man, and I want my nights to be as a working man.
In the day, I exercise, I do karate -- I have a black belt -- and totally
disengage myself from the person I am at night." His apartment is shared
by Buddy's wife Marie and their 25-year-old daughter Cathy, a singer.
"My wife is just as beautiful today as she was the day I married her,"
Buddy says proudly. "She used to be in pictures, but she gave it up when
we married. Now she's a wife and a female and a woman, and she's not
into ERA and she's not into 'I got my thing man and you got your thing.'
She's a woman, and wears dresses so that I know she's a woman. That's
what I like."
He often performs free at prisons and hospitals, but refuses to give details.
"I do these things for the good that it does for me," he asserts. "To have
someone write about it takes the goodness away from it. I'd rather not
have anybody know what I do as long as I know."
Buddy suffered a heart attack in 1959 and has had others since, but apart
from giving up liquor, he has made few adjustments in his whirlwind
lifestyle. "I really don't think of past illnesses," he declares. "I think I'm
healthier and stronger today than I've ever been in my life. I smoke more
now, and I run around more, and I do more exercise. I don't put too
much reality into warnings about 'don't do this and don't do that.' Do
what you have to do, and do it. If you cut out -- it was time."
********
6-2-79
Over the past nine years, Rivera's special reports have earned him
virtually all the major awards in broadcast journalism, including several
Emmys. It was one of his earliest documentaries, however, that brought
him the most recognition. Titled _Willowbrook: The Last Great
Disgrace_, the 1972 expose focused on the conditions at Staten Island's
Willowbrook institution for the mentally retarded. The broadcast resulted
in an unprecedented response from viewers. So many offers of assistance
poured in that Rivera was able to set up a national organization known as
One to One, whose goal is to give ongoing, individualized attention to
retarded persons. Since 1973, One to One has raised more than $2
million, and helped to build almost 60 group homes throughout the New
York metropolitan area, each housing approximately 12 retarded persons
of the same general age range.
"The show will be both taped and live," says Rivera in an interview at his
West 60th Street office. "We've designed the program so that it's not a
classic telethon where every two seconds they say, 'Please send us your
money.'"
Among the more dramatic moments is a tape of the Seventh Annual Wall
Street Charity Fund Boxing Match, which raised thousands of dollars for
One to One. "For the first year, I'm not the main event," comments
Rivera, who scored a technical knockout over his opponent in 1978. "My
nose was broken last year, and they took out all the scar tissue. They
decided that my nose had given enough for the cause."
He learned most of his boxing "just street fighting growing up." Born 35
years ago on the Lower East Side to a Puerto Rican father and a Jewish
mother, he was christened Gerald Rivers and hispanicized his name while
in college. There are no scars on his ruggedly handsome face. With his
neatly styled hair, easy smile, and air of casual masculinity -- one of his
favorite outfits is a denim jacket over a T-shirt -- Rivera could easily pass
for a professional athlete turned matinee idol. Yet it is primarily his
literary ability, combined with a sentimentality backed up by facts, that
has made him a type of media folk hero. His documentaries have earned
him 78 humanitarian awards.
In addition to his more than 3,000 news stories, Rivera has written four
books, including one on Willowbrook. "I've been back there many times,
and it still stinks -- literally and figuratively," says Rivera in his
customary vibrant tone. "But it's now a much smaller place. Willowbrook
started with 6,500 people, and now it's well under a thousand. It has
become, in fact, one of the better institutions. But institutions are not the
answer. There's no such thing as a good big institution."
Asked about the biggest difference between his present career and his
earlier career as a lawyer, Rivera says: "Now I have the power to cause
positive change in a dramatic way. When you have an audience of tens of
millions of people, it's a multiple in terms of influence and impact, and
the effective delivery of information. As a broadcaster, I've found that one
person can make a difference."
********
6-17-78
The world has always been fascinated by artists who excel in more than
one field. There was Richard Wagner, for example, who wrote the words
and the music to all his operas. Cole Porter and Bob Dylan are two others
who have proven their mastery of both language and composition.
But while these three men combined their talents to produce great songs,
Ned Rorem has employed his musical and literary gifts in a different way.
By keeping the two separate, he has gained a huge reputation as a
composer of serious music and also as a prose writer of formidable style.
In 1976 he won the Pulitzer Prize for music. And last month Simon and
Schuster published his eighth book, _An Absolute Gift_.
At 54, Rorem has become somewhat of a fixture on the New York artistic
scene, who no longer sparks the controversy that he once did. But in
Paris, where he spent nine years during his early career in the 1950s,
Rorem was as well-known for his socializing as for his music. With his
handsome, youthful good looks and boyish charm, his biting wit, and his
wide knowledge of the arts, he became a close companion of many of the
leading literary and musical figures of France.
His recollections of those years were carefully recorded in his first book,
_The Paris Diary_, published in 1966 amid fanfare on both sides of the
Atlantic. It was quickly followed by _The New York Diary_, which was
more popular still. Since then, Rorem's books have appeared at fairly
regular intervals, all of them either diaries or essays, or a combination of
both.
Leaning back on the sofa of his large Westside apartment, with one hand
resting against his chin and the other stroking his pet cat Wallace, Rorem
answers one of the first questions saying that yes, he is upset by the
negative review that _An Absolute Gift_ received in the _New York
Times_.
"A bad review in the Times can kill a book," he explains. "It killed my
last book. And I don't think it's fair that they gave my new book to the
same reviewer. He made some of the same statements that he did last
time, with almost the same wording. But just today I got a very good
review from the _Washington Post_. And I hope there will be something
in the _New York Review of Books_. That's even more important than
the _Times_."
The piece that won him the Pulitzer, surprisingly, was not a song at all,
but an orchestral work titled _Air Music_, which was commissioned for
the U.S. Bicentennial by the late Thomas Schippers and the Cincinnati
Symphony. This summer the Philadelphia Orchestra under Eugene
Ormandy will premiere a new, major composition of Rorem's, _Sunday
Morning_.
"I feel very, very, very lucky that I'm able to support myself as a
composer of serious music," he says. "My income is not so much from
royalties as from commissions, prizes, fellowships, and official handouts,
such as the National Endowment of the Arts, and the Guggenheim
Fellowship, which I now am living on."
Born in Indiana and raised in Chicago, Rorem began composing music at
the age of 10. He was never attracted to pop music, and today he likes it
less than ever. "Inasmuch as pop music goes hand in hand with high
volume, I bitterly resent it," he says. "When the Met Opera gives a
concert in Central Park the same night that the Schaefer Beer Festival
gives one of their concerts, they're crushed like the runt beneath the belly
of a great fat sow."
When a desire for more space and lower rent drove Rorem from
Greenwich Village to the West Side 10 years ago, he feared that he was
moving to "a big, nonartistic, bourgeois ghetto." He soon changed his
mind. In _An Absolute Gift_ he makes the statement: "From 116th Street
to 56th Street, the West Side contains more first-rate artists, both
performers and creators, than any concentrated neighborhood since Paris
in the 1920s."
All of Rorem's books carry a fair amount of philosophy. But the only
principle that the artist claims to have stuck by during the entire course of
his life is: "I've never sold out. I've never done what I didn't want to do.
... I've never been guided by other than my heart. And certainly not by
money."
********
4-22-78
A young Jewish immigrant, Julius Rudel, who had fled Austria with his
family not long before, immediately went to City Center in search of a
job. He was hired as a rehearsal pianist, and in the years to come his
talents blossomed forth in many areas. Working quietly behind the scenes,
he became the Opera's indispensable Mr. Everything, who not only knew
every phase of show production, but could be called on to conduct the
orchestra and even take the place of a missing cast member on stage.
Rudel's versatile musicianship and his personal charm did much to knit the
company together.
In 1956 the New York City Opera suffered a financially disastrous season
that led to the resignation of the distinguished Erich Leinsdorf as director
and chief conductor. That was perhaps the lowest point in the company's
history. The board of directors pored over dozens of nominations for
Leinsdorf's replacement before they decided on the one person who had
the confidence of everybody -- Julius Rudel.
Apart from its musical significance, the City Opera has become a sort of
living symbol for the arts in America, flourishing in the face of financial
hardships, and somehow emerging more creative, more artistically
exciting because of those hardships. Why else would people like Beverly
Sills and Sherrill Milnes perform at City for a top fee of $1,000, or even
for free, when they can get $10,000 for a night's work elsewhere?
It is early, even for this man who begins his work as soon as he get up
and keeps going till late at night with his multiple roles as music director,
chief conductor, administrator, impresario and goodwill ambassador. Clad
in his colorful dressing gown, his thick silver hair shining, he seems an
entirely different person from the magnetic orchestral leader whose
presence on the podium generally guarantees a full house. At his
expansive Central Park West apartment, he is low-key and to the point,
and fiercely proud of the City Opera's achievements.
"We try to look at every opera we do with fresh eyes, as if it had never
been done before. We try to reexamine everything about the opera.
Sometimes the tradition attached to a work differs from what the composer
and librettist intended. ... Tradition was defined by a famous conductor
long ago as 'the last bad performance.' For example, in _Turandot_
there's a character who had been traditionally [portrayed] as blind. But it
makes no sense in the story for him to be blind, so we don't play him that
way. We're restoring the classics, not changing them."
He jumps up to answer the telephone just as his wife Rita enters the room.
A slender, dark-haired woman, she is a doctor of neuropsychology at
Columbia Presbyterian Hospital and a devoted opera fan. "I'm Mrs. Rudel
in the morning," she explains, smiling. She met Julius when they were
both at music school. Today, while keeping a close friendship with many
of the City Opera's singers, she maintains her own identity to the extent
that her medical colleagues sometimes tell her, "I saw you at the opera
last night," without realizing that her husband was the conductor.
The Rudels have lived on the West Side ever since they were married 36
years ago. "My wife sometimes says we live within mugging distance of
Lincoln Center," says Rudel, his eyes twinkling with impish amusement.
"But really, we're confirmed Westsiders. I don't think I ever use any form
of transportation from here to the theatre, and I don't eat out much,
because my wife is a marvelous cook. Time being so of the essence, we
prefer to stay at home."
The City Opera's spring season continues until April 30. Rudel
recommends three shows in particular: _The Saint of Bleecker Street_,
_The Turn of the Screw_, and _The Marriage of Figaro_, which he is
conducting. "I envy all the Westsiders who have the opportunity to come
to us," he concludes. "Our seats in the upper reaches of the State Theatre
are the best theatrical bargains in the world."
********
5-5-79
At one time, the name Salk was synonymous with one thing only -- the
revolutionary polio vaccine discovered by Dr. Jonas Salk in 1953. In the
1970s, however, another national figure of the same name has emerged
-- Dr. Lee Salk, Jonas' younger brother, who is probably the most highly
respected and best-known child psychologist in America today.
The most successful of his five books, _What Every Child Would Like
His Parents to Know_ (1972), has been translated into 16 languages, while
his most recent work, titled simply _Dear Dr. Salk_, was published in
March by Harper & Row.
Since 1972, he has been writing a column titled "You and Your Family"
for _McCall's_ magazine, which has a readership of 16 million.
"I frequently deal with family concerns, including problems that have to
do with older people," he explained. "I choose a different topic each
month. Frequently the topic revolves around a number of letters that come
in. The June issue, for example, has an unusually large column because
we're dealing with sexuality. We get hundreds and hundreds of letters, so
I can't answer them personally, but I do read them all. When I'm giving
a speech across the country, I like to use airplane time to catch up on my
mail."
His latest book, _Dear Dr. Salk_, answers questions ranging from the
spacing of children to problems specific to teenagers. When asked how his
approach compares to that of Ann Landers or Dear Abby, Salk replies: "I
must say that they fall far short of what I'm trying to do. These people are
not professional psychologists. They tend to sensationalize -- to appeal to
the voyeuristic tendencies people have. I'm not saying they don't help
people, but they don't always provide people with knowledge.
"A good deal of what I say is not direct advice. In answering a question,
I try to provide knowledge about the problem, which the person can use,
to answer his or her own question. I really feel I shouldn't give people a
series of do's and don'ts"
Dr. Salk won the custody of his two children, Pia and Eric, in 1975 after
a precedent-setting divorce trial in which it was ruled that he was "the
parent that can best nurture their complex needs and social development."
A problem of many parents, he said, is not that they spend too little time
with their children, but that "it's basically useless time, because they're
not actively involved with the child." Salk himself makes a point of having
breakfast and dinner with Pia and Eric virtually every day, and includes
them in his social life whenever possible. "Their friends are frequently my
dinner guests." Each summer he spends three months with them at an
island retreat in Maine, while commuting to New York for his
professional commitments. Dr. Salk enjoys cooking, and also likes to go
to restaurants.
********
6-16-79
He has done album covers and posters for Paul McCartney, Barbra
Streisand, Donna Summer, Judy Collins and many others. Among the
publications that rely on his most often for covers are _Vogue_,
_Playboy_, _Glamour_, _Harper's Bazaar_, _Redbook_, _Ladies Home
Journal_, _People_ and the magazine that started it all -- _Seventeen_ --
which ran its first Scavullo cover in 1948, when he was still a teenager
himself.
He never had any formal training in photography, but got plenty of
practice during his Manhattan boyhood when he began taking pictures of
his sisters and their girlfriends. Francesco delighted in applying makeup
to their faces, running his hands through their hair, and dressing them in
sexy gowns. He quickly made two discoveries -- first, that there's no such
thing as an ugly woman, and second, that the photographer and his subject
must be personally compatible. Although he charges approximately $3,000
for unsolicited private portraits, Scavullo won't photograph anyone with
whom he has bad rapport -- and that includes all people who don't take
care of themselves physically or abuse themselves with drugs.
A small, lithe man of 50 who walks with the gracefulness of a dancer and
looks considerably younger than his years, Scavullo recently agreed to an
interview at the town house on East 63rd Street that serves as both his
studio and his home. Dressed in blue jeans, an open-neck white shirt, and
Western boots, the chatty, unpretentious photographer sat back on the
couch with his arms behind his head and a mischievous smile planted on
his face. Asked about the large pills he popped into his mouth from time
to time, Scavullo explained that they were vitamins and organic
supplements.
Number one on his list of the world's most beautiful women is 14-year
old Brooke Shields, who also lives on the Upper East Side. She is one of
the 59 models, actresses, and other celebrities featured in his first book,
_Scavullo On Beauty_ (1976), which came out in paperback last month
from Vintage Press. The volume is filled with life-size shots of women's
faces, many of them showing the difference before and after the Scavullo
treatment. It is accompanied by frank interviews dealing with clothing,
diet, exercise, makeup, and related subjects. _Scavullo On Men_, his
second book, was published in 1977. And he has two more in the works
-- a picture book on baseball, with text by Christopher Lehmann-Haupt of
the _New York Times_, and a retrospective volume covering his
photographs from 1949 to 1980. Both will be out next year.
A resident of the Upper East Side since 1950, he likes to dance until dawn
at Studio 54 "whenever I don't have to get up too early the next day."
Asked about his favorite local restaurants, he said he rarely goes to any,
but that his entire staff orders lunch almost every day from Greener
Pastures, a natural foods restaurant on East 60th Street.
********
2-10-79
The story of Western music, from the baroque era to the present day, has
been written largely by men whose contributions to their art were
underappreciated during their own lifetimes. Serious music has a tendency
to be ahead of its time, and must wait for the public taste to catch up
before it can be accepted.
Such is the case with Roger Sessions. For at least 50 years he has been
considered by the American academic establishment to be one of the most
gifted and original composers of his generation. But his work has started
to gain wide recognition with the general public only since the early
1960s. Today, at 82, he is comfortable in his role as the elder statesman
of American concert music. Although relatively few of his works have
been recorded -- they place extraordinary demands on both performer and
listener -- Sessions continues to write music with practically unabated
energy. His most significant official honor came in 1974, when the
Pulitzer Prize Committee issued a special citation naming him "one of the
most musical composers of the century."
Since his early 20s, Session has led a dual career as a composer and a
teacher of music theory. A former professor at both the University of
California, Berkeley, and Princeton University, he has published several
books on his musical ideas, and now teaches two days a week at the
Juilliard School at Lincoln Center. When I heard that his piano sonatas
were going to be performed soon on West 57th Street, I called him to
request an interview, and he promptly concurred. We met for lunch at La
Crepe on Broadway, and over the meal Sessions revealed himself to be a
man of wit, humility, and charm.
Why write in so many forms? "You might say I'm paid to," he explained,
ordering a second espresso and lighting his pipe. "Generally when I write
a big work, it's for a specific purpose." His eighth symphony, for
example, was written for the New York Philharmonic to commemorate the
orchestra's 125th anniversary.
When I asked Sessions whether he was concerned that most of his works
are not available on albums, he said calmly, "I never have tried to get my
works recorded or performed. I decided years ago that people would have
to come to me; I wasn't coming to them. Things move a little more slowly
that way, but one knows that everything one gets is perfectly genuine. ...
When I wrote my first symphony, Otto Klemperer said he wouldn't dare
to conduct it. So I conducted it myself. It would be easy nowadays. Even
the Princeton student orchestra played it a few years ago and didn't do too
badly. Orchestra players get used to the idiom and people get used to
listening. ... The only thing is," he added with a chuckle, "I keep getting
ahead in that respect."
A resident of Princeton, New Jersey except for the one night each week
that he spends on the West Side, Sessions is now eagerly awaiting the
performance of his ninth symphony. It was completed in October and will
be premiered in Syracuse shortly.
********
5-19-79
Dick Shawn's name keeps cropping up these days. The last time he made
a big splash in New York was two years ago, when his one-man show,
_Dick Shawn is the Second Greatest Entertainer in the Whole Wide
World_, played at the Promenade Theatre for 14 weeks. But last fall, he
gained millions of new fans with his sparkling appearances on the ill-fated
network variety show starring Mary Tyler Moore, which folded after the
third week. A commonly heard criticism of the show was: less Mary and
more Shawn.
The word "comedian," he quickly points out, is not quite accurate. "I
think of myself as a comedy character," he explains, relaxing on his couch
with a plate of croissants and bacon that his pretty assistant has just
brought him. "In _Home Again_, I played seven characters. ... They ran
out of money; it just closed out of town. It needs another four or five
weeks of work. They plan to bring it back around September."
With his middle-age paunch and full head of tousled grey hair that
resembles a bird's nest, Shawn has a definite comedic look about him, but
he seldom smiles and never laughs during our long conversation. Still, his
answers are both entertaining and revealing.
On Mary Tyler Moore's variety show: "That was a total mistake. They
didn't know what they were doing there. I thought she was going to get
the best writers and the best producers. But it was totally inadequate. I
knew from the very first day that it wasn't going to work. ... The whole
concept was wrong. Variety isn't Mary's forte. You have to get yourself
rolling around on the ground a little bit. She's such a nice, sweet girl that
she doesn't come off as a clown."
The basis of all humor, believes Shawn, "is hostility. But it has to be
sweet hostility. ... I think people become comedians because they poke
fun at pretentiousness. They usually come from meager backgrounds, and
then they can look up and see the pomposity and the hypocrisy of many
human beings. That's why there are no rich comics. A great many of
them are Jewish or black -- because as a kid they were told they were part
of a minority group. They learned to have a sense of humor about
themselves: they had to, in order to survive. Humor is their way of
getting even with mankind."
Among his more memorable performances over the years: the successor
to Zero Mostel in Broadway's _A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to
the Forum_, the freakishly funny beach bum in the Stanley Kramer film
_It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World_, and a cavorting Adolph Hitler in
Mel Brooks' zany 1968 movie, _The Producers_.
An Eastsider for the past seven years, he names Elaine's as his favorite
local restaurant because "the food is good, and there's a simplicity about
the place the attracts me."
2-3-79
The scene was a Boston nightclub in the early 1950s. George Shearing and
his quintet were scheduled to play the second set of the evening; the
opening act was a piano/bass/drums trio. But as soon as the first group's
pianist hit the keys, a groan went up from the audience. It was a bad box,
as they said in those days. The management's promise of a tuning had not
been kept.
The trio retired in defeat 15 minutes later, and the audience called for
Shearing. When the blind pianist was led on stage, he announced, to
everyone's astonishment, that he would open with a solo. But when he sat
down at the instruments, a small miracle took place. The notes rang out
with the clarity of crystal; Shearing's acute ear had told him which keys
to avoid, and the precise amount of pressure to apply to the others so that
the poor tuning would be camouflaged. Those who were present to
witness Shearing's uncanny musicianship may never forget the experience.
But attending any of his performances is hardly less forgettable.
He's now playing each Tuesday through Saturday evening at the Cafe
Carlyle, 76th Street and Madison Avenue, and will remain there until
March 3rd. His famous quintet is no more -- the group was disbanded in
1978 after 29 years -- but Shearing, accompanied only by bass player
Brian Torff, proves himself a master showman as he performs his unique
brand of jazz, tells funny stories between numbers, and sings in his lilting,
playful manner.
"I'm on the road about 10 months a year," he told the Carlyle crowd the
previous night, when I went there to catch his show. "And one thing I
cannot tolerate is the mediocrity of hotels and motels in this country.
Once, on my second morning in a hotel, I called up the room service and
said, 'Could you please bring me some breakfast? I'd like two eggs, one
of them poached and the other scrambled; two pieces of toast, one barely
warm and the other burned almost to a crisp; and a pot of half coffee and
half tea.' The person on the other end said, 'I'm sorry sir, I don't think
we can fill that order.' I said, 'Why not? That's what you brought me
yesterday.'"
The next afternoon I paid Shearing a visit at his new Eastside apartment,
where he recently moved from San Francisco. An extremely amiable,
witty, and knowledgeable man who speaks with a soft British accent, he
guided me around the large, tastefully furnished apartment with great
ease, showing me his braille-marked tape collection, his audio calculator
and his braille library. He described everything, from the drapes to the
furniture, as if he had perfect vision. Blind since birth, he is an expert
bridge player and a fine cook.
"I've just started to take cooking lessons," said Shearing, stretched out n
the sofa with a smile hovering constantly on his face. "My wife and I are
taking the same course. It's at the Jewish Guild for the Blind. Naturally
it's better for me to take lessons from someone who knows the
idiosyncracies of cooking without looking. ... I'm very interested in taste.
If I were to cook some peas, for example, I would be inclined to line the
saucepan with lettuce and add a little sugar and mint."
New York is where his American career began, and he decided to move
back after spending 16 years on the West Coast, primarily because New
York is far more centrally located for his extensive travelling. He chose
the Upper East Side because "it would be difficult to realize we're in the
heart of Manhattan, it's so quiet here." No sooner did he speak the words
than, as if on cue, a baby in a downstairs apartment began to cry loudly.
"Does somebody have a plastic bag?" he deadpanned.
He might have added, had modesty not prevented it, that he has also lost
no battles in the game of life.
********
12-22-79
_Annie_, the touching musical about seven little orphan girls in New York
City at Christmastime during the Great Depression, has been the
Broadway show against which all others must be compared ever since it
opened in April, 1977.
That year it won seven Tony Awards. Later the movie rights were sold
for a record $9.5 million. There are now companies performing the
musical in Los Angeles, Boston, Atlanta, England, South Africa,
Australia, Japan and Scandinavia. The album has gone gold. Still a sellout
virtually every night at the Alvin Theatre, its tickets are the hardest to
obtain of any show in town.
Two of the three leading characters -- those of Annie and the cruel, gin
sodden orphanage director Miss Hannigan -- have been twice replaced by
new performers. But Oliver "Daddy" Warbucks, the bald-headed
billionaire with a heart as big as his bank account, has been played since
the beginning by Reid Shelton, a Westside actor long known for his
portrayal of powerful figures on stage -- cardinals and kings, statesmen
and presidents.
On December 23rd, just a few days short of its 1,200th performance, Reid
will finally leave the New York company to star in _Annie_ on the West
Coast. He has no plans, at this point, of giving up the role that earned him
a Tony nomination for Best Actor.
"I've had two three-week vacations and I've missed four performances in
almost three years," says Reid in his dressing room on a recent afternoon.
Easing his tall, bulky frame onto a sofa, he immediately reveals a
personality that is warm, good-humored and eager to please. His broad,
all-American features give distinction to his gleaming, newly shaved head.
Reid shaves twice a day with an electric razor.
"My understudy plays Roosevelt in the show, and of course for the four
performances that he's had to go on for me, he didn't shave his head,"
laughs the 55-year-old actor. "I've gotten the most angry letters from
people saying, 'Well my God, can't you at least have the understudy
shave his head? How dare you do that to us!'"
Asked about his qualifications for playing a billionaire, Reid says, "I don't
know whether it's my look, personality, or what, but people have always
thought that I've come from money. Actually, my family during the
Depression was very poor."
Born and raised in Salem, Oregon, he began studying voice while a high
school freshman, doing chores in exchange for lessons. After graduation,
he was drafted into the First Cavalry Division of the U.S. Army, fought
in the Pacific, then received his master's degree in voice under the G.I.
Bill. Arriving in New York City in 1951, he got a job singing at Radio
City Music Hall. From there he went on to many Broadway musicals, TV
shows, films and recordings. His generous income from _Annie_ enabled
him, last year, to purchase the Westside apartment building in the Theater
District where he's been living since 1956. "It's a rent-controlled building
with 20 apartment units. This last year I lost four thousand dollars on it
because of oil and everything, but I have never regretted buying it."
"It's not exactly an orphanage, but a temporary home for girls whose
families can't provide for them. They have about 40 girls who stay in
cottages with cottage parents, and they go to school there. The agency
works with the family by trying to find the father a job or whatever, so
the girls can finally return home. ... I was so impressed with the work
they're doing. I'm trying to raise money for it."
On another occasion, says Reid, Robert Wagner and Natalie Wood came
backstage after a show. "Bobby just kept crying, and Natalie finally said,
'For God's sake, Bob, stop it.' But he couldn't. Even now, I'm terribly
thrilled when people come back and say, 'You made me cry.' I'm proud
of that. If I can touch some response in people, and maybe open up
something that they didn't even know they felt, that's a tremendous plus
in being an actor."
********
WESTSIDER BOBBY SHORT
Mr. New York to perform in Newport Jazz Festival
6-23-79
Six months out of the year, he holds court at the Carlyle, a supper club
at Lexington Avenue and 76th Street, where eager fans plunk down $10
for each one-hour set. Backed up by a bass player and a percussionist, the
smooth, sophisticated Short sits behind the keyboard in a tuxedo,
performing popular songs from the early 20th century to the present day.
Every word and every note comes out a finely polished jewel, leaving the
audience with the impression that they have never heard the song before.
Four months out of the year, Short takes to the road, giving concerts from
Los Angeles to Paris, often as soloist with major orchestras. The hottest
and coldest months of the year -- January and August -- he sets aside for
vacation, sometimes taking a house in the south of France, since he is
well versed in the French language and is constantly seeking to expand his
knowledge of gourmet cooking.
"It's the chance to try my wings at something new," says the jovial
musician, in a somewhat gravelly, high-pitched voice marked by flawless
diction. "Also, it's a chance to inform. I suppose I'm a frustrated
professor of sorts. This show is a way of stating that, in fact, there were
blacks involved in productions on Broadway as far back as 1900 --
perhaps even further back. Many were performers who wrote their own
material. Others were composers and lyricists whose writing was not
confined to black performers. Some of them wrote for the Ziegfeld
Follies."
Slender, debonair, and looking more like 40 than his actual 54 years,
Short has been playing and singing in public ever since he made his debut
at the age of 9 while growing up in Danville, Illinois. From the age of 12
to 14 he was a child star on the vaudeville and nightclub circuit. Then he
returned to Danville, completed high school at 17, and began his second
career. Producer/songwriter Anna Sosenko got him a job at the Blue
Angel in Manhattan; after that he worked in California and France before
settling permanently in New York in 1956.
A perennial name on the best-dressed list, Short says that "today I've got
a tailor in New York, a tailor in London, and I buy a lot of things in
between. But I've grown more sensible over the years. I no longer buy all
I can get my hands on."
His secret for staying young? "Be sensible. If you use the most intimate
parts of your body to make a living -- like your throat -- you can't abuse
it. You can't drink too much, and you simply cannot smoke." Extremely
knowledgeable about restaurants, he lists the Russian Tea Room and
Pearl's Chinese Restaurant as his favorites.
His "Charlie" commercial for a cologne by Revlon has made Short one of
the most recognized figures on the streets of New York, yet he doesn't
mind being approached by strangers. "It's part of what I do for a living,"
he muses with a smile. "It never stops. You have to learn to live with it
or get out of show business. Fortunately, I'm a very social person and I
like people. I understand the need to say hello to someone on the street --
so I can't knock somebody for speaking to me."
********
9-30-78
Probably no opera singer since Caruso has made so great an impact on the
American public as Beverly Sills. Even today, the mention of her name
can automatically sell out a concert hall anywhere in the U.S. She has
become bigger than her art, for while a few younger singers can reach the
notes more easily, Sills generates a certain intense excitement into all her
roles that makes every show she appears in not just an opera, but an
event.
Her star vehicle this fall is an early 19th-century opera, _Il Turco In
Italia_ (The Turk in Italy), written by Gioacchino Rossini prior to his
masterpiece, _The Barber of Seville_.
_Il Turco_, presented by the New York City Opera for eight performances
in September through November, is a subtle comedy about a flirtatious,
Sophia Loren-type character (Sills) with a jealous husband. The audience
will miss none of the Italian humor because this production of _Il Turco_
is in English.
"I love to do English translations," said Miss Sills last week in a telephone
interview. "I believe the whole art of opera is based on communication.
I don't see how people can appreciate a comedy in a language that four
fifths of the audience doesn't understand. There's only snobbery about
foreign languages in this country -- not in Europe. In America, an opera
is like a museum piece. But I think the great classics like _Boheme_ and
_Traviata_ don't need to be translated because everyone knows what
they're about."
She performs regularly with the New York City Opera even though the
State Theatre-based company is able to pay only a tiny fraction of what
singers receive at other great opera houses around the world. "I made my
career with them," she explained. "I sing there because of loyalty, and
because I love to." She has already made plans to retire from singing in
1980 and to become codirector of the New York City Opera with Julius
Rudel, the present director.
Right now she is busy studying three other roles. On December 7 she will
headline the Metropolitan Opera's new production of Donizetti's _Don
Pasquale_, which will run until January 20. In March she will star in a
world premiere for the New York City Opera, _Miss Haversham's Fire_,
based on the Charles Dickens novel _Great Expectations_. In June she
will go to San Diego to perform in yet another world-premiere opera,
_Juana La Loca_ by Gian Carlo Menotti.
Miss Sills said she has no plans for another book. Her first, the self
portrait _Bubbles_, has sold 130,000 copies in hardcover and many times
that figure in paperback since it came out a year ago. "Bubbles" was her
childhood nickname. She was born Belle Silverman in Brooklyn a few
months before the stock market crash of 1929. At 3 she did her first radio
broadcast; at 7 she was the star of a regular weekly radio show. In her
early teens she joined a touring musical company and spent the next 10
years on the road. Then she was accepted by the New York City Opera.
In her first few seasons with the fledgling company, she showed few signs
of the fame that was to come. Meanwhile, she and her husband,
newspaper publisher Peter Greenough, had become the happy parents of
two, a girl named Meredith (Muffy) and a boy, Peter Junior.
Then the heartbreak struck. When Muffy was 2, it was discovered that she
suffered from a serious hearing impairment. A few months later, the
couple learned that their son was severely mentally retarded.
For the next year and a half, Beverly abandoned her singing career and
spent all her time at home. When she returned to the New York City
Opera, people noticed a distinct change. Somehow she seemed to have
acquired a new dramatic power. In such roles as Cleopatra in Handel's
_Julius Caesar_ she dazzled both critics and public, and has done so ever
since. In 1969, when she made her debut at La Scala in Milan -- Europe's
foremost opera house -- the Italian press labeled her "La Fenomena."
For the pat eight years, Sills and her family have lived on Central Park
West. "I just feel that we get all the sunshine here," she said. Muffy has
just started her freshman year at college in upstate New York and plans
to become a veterinarian. Beverly's husband Peter divides his time among
various business projects and the National Foundation for the March of
Dimes.
Her advice for young singers trying to break into opera? "Keep
auditioning," Beverly replied emphatically, "no matter how many times
you're turned down. I tried out for the New York City Opera nine times
before they took me. And auditions themselves are valuable: they give you
the experience of a performance."
********
GEORGE SINGER
46 years a doorman on the West Side
12-20-77
It's a wet, stormy night on the West Side; rain is pelting down without
mercy, and the wind is whipping along the edge of the park like a tornado
in a canyon. A taxi pulls up in front of the Century Building at 25 Central
Park West, and at the same moment a man in uniform emerges from the
building holding an umbrella to escort the woman passenger to safety.
Anyone watching the scene would hardly guess that the doorman is 75
years old. But his age is not the only remarkable thing about George
Singer.
During his 46 years at the Century -- longer than any other employee or
tenant -- George has seen the entire history of the city reflected in the
people who have come and gone through the entrance. He has gotten to
know world-famous celebrities who have lived in the building, and has
met countless others who came to visit -- from prizefighters to presidents.
He has watched the enormous changes of fashion, custom and law. And
from the start of the Great Depression to the beginning of the Koch
administration, George has remained the same calm, good-natured
observer, seeing all but criticizing no one.
"I've been here since this was a hole in the ground," he says matter-of
factly, puffing on a cigar in the outer lobby of the building, keeping one
eye on the door. "It all started in 1930, when they tore down the old
Century Theatre to put up a luxury apartment building. I got a job as a
plumber's helper, lugging big pipes across the ground. After it was
finished in 1931, I went to the superintendent and told him I helped build
the Century and asked for a job. I simply had to get work, because it was
during the Depression and I had my wife and two kids. ... I started as an
elevator man and I worked up to the front door within a year."
In 1929 George had been earning $125 a week in a hat factory; in 1931
his wages were $75 a month for a 72-hour work week. "Our suits had to
be pressed, our hair combed, shoes shined. We had to wear a white bow
tie, white gloves. ... If you looked cross-eyed at a tenant and he reported
you to the office you were fired in those days."
During the 1930s, only about one-fourth of the apartments were rented.
Among the residents was a Mrs. Gershwin; her sons George, Ira and
Arthur made frequent visits. By the early 1940s the Century Building had
become one of the most exclusive addresses in New York. Heavyweight
boxing champion Jack Dempsey, Ethel Merman, Nannette Fabray, Mike
Todd and theatre magnate Lee Schubert moved in during those years,
along with many celebrities whose names are less familiar today -- singer
Belle Baker, sports announcers Ted Husing and Graham McNamee, and
world champion welterweight boxer Barney Ross.
George recalls "sparring around" with Dempsey in the lobby at night. "He
had a great sense of humor. When he came in late and found the elevator
boy asleep he'd give him a hot foot." Ethel Merman, he remembers, "had
three or four husbands. In between her husbands she used to go out with
different men. She used to smooch with them in the lobby.
"In those days we took in Louis Lepke, with his wife and family," says
George with a smile. "He always had three or four bodyguards with him.
When he was here, he behaved himself." At other times, of course, Lepke
was not so well behaved. He headed a group known as "Murder
Incorporated," popularized the term "hit man," and was sent to the
electric chair for his crimes.
George Singer and Estelle, his wife of 53 years, live in Trump Village
near Coney Island. They have seven grandchildren and one great
grandchild. George could easily afford to retire -- in fact, he is sometimes
jokingly referred to as "the richest man in the building" -- but he chooses
to keep working. "Why not work till 75 or 80 if you're able?" he says.
"I think it's good for a person. Mr. Chanin, who owns this building: he's
in his 80s and he goes to work most every day."
George continues to do the night shift as he always has -- "I'd rather work
nights. There's more money at nights. And you don't have the bosses
around. ... At night people are more in a free spirit."
How does George explain his continued success and good health? Does he
have a secret he would like to pass on? "I smoke two cigars a day," he
answers immediately, with a gleam in his eye. "That keeps the cold germs
away. I never catch cold. It's the best medicine in the world."
********
1-28-78
What might you guess about a man who has composed 60 major choral
works, toured the world with his singing group, and recorded 50 albums
including three Grammy Award winners?
If you didn't know anything else about this man, you would probably
guess, first, that he is rich. Then you might imagine that his door is
constantly bombarded by recording agents trying to enlist his talents. And
third, you would probably think that his name is a household word.
But Westsider Gregg Smith has all of the qualifications listed and none of
the imagined results. This is because his music happens to be classical --
a field in which, he says, "a record that sells 10,000 copies is considered
a good hit." Conducting his choral group, the Gregg Smith Singers, who
usually have anywhere from 16 to 32 voices, he performs works spanning
the last four centuries of the Western classical tradition. Gregg writes
most of the arrangements himself. Last year his sheet music sales reached
60,000 copies.
The Gregg Smith Singers specialize in pieces that have been infrequently
performed or recorded. But a more lengthy description of their music can
only tell what it is, not how it sounds. Music speaks for itself better than
any words can describe.
He leads me to a room lined with shelves, boxes and cabinets filled with
sheet music, some of it in manuscript. This is where Gregg chooses each
new selection for his group. He shrugs at the enormity of the task.
The same economic rule holds true when the Singers do a concert.
Because of the large size of the group and the vast amount of rehearsal
time needed to perfect new works or new arrangements, the box office
receipts don't come close to meeting the expenses. The grants they receive
from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York State
Council for the Arts are not always sufficient. "Like every one of the arts,
it's a constant deficit operation. At this point, we're not nearly as strong
in fund-raising as in the other aspects."
In all his travels, Gregg and his wife Rosalind have found no place where
they would feel so much at home as the West Side. "It's a great,
wonderful community for the classical musician," he says. "It's one of the
most vibrant, alive, sometimes terrifying but always exciting, places to
live."
********
3-8-80
Like most of the kids she grew up with in Fort Worth, Texas during the
Great Depression, Liz Smith was star-struck by the movies. "They told
me there was a whole world out there where people were glamorous,
where men and women drank wine with dinner and wore white tie and
tails and drove cars with the tops down and danced on glass floors," she
recalls, smiling dreamily. Her soft, languid accent, dripping with Southern
charm, echoes through the coffee shop at the NBC building in midtown.
Despite her cordiality, she somehow gives the impression of being in a
great hurry. And for good reason: Smith is probably the hardest-working
-- and certainly the most successful -- gossip writer on the East Coast.
Unlike Rona Barrett, the queen of Hollywood gossip, Liz Smith does not
have a large staff, but relies on a single full-time assistant and part-time
"leg man" in California. Nevertheless, she manages to turn out, each
week, six columns for the _New York Daily News_ (syndicated nationally
to more than 60 newspapers), five radio spots for NBC, and two television
spots for WNBC's _Newscenter 4_.
"The minute I get up, I go to work. I get up at about nine, and go right
to work," says Liz. "I look at the paper right quick, and go right to the
typewriter, and work till I finish the column at one. I work in my
apartment because I would never have time to get up and dress and go to
another place. I would never get to meet my deadline. ... I work all the
time. I work a lot on the weekends because that's the only time I can even
vaguely make a stab at catching up. ... I just about kill myself to get
everything done. I don't know if it's worth it."
For all her complaints, Liz believes that gossip-writing is well suited for
her personality. "I can't help it. I'm just one of those people who likes to
repeat a tale," she explains. "I'd be reading every newspaper in America
that I could get my hands on and every book and magazine anyway, even
if I weren't doing this job."
When she was hired by the _Daily News_ in February, 1976 to start her
column, Liz was no stranger to the New York celebrity scene; she had
already been in the city for 26 years, working mainly as a free-lance
writer. "I made a lot of money free-lancing. Even 15 years ago, I never
made less than $25,000 a year." Besides writing for virtually every mass
market publication in America, she spent five years ghostwriting the
Cholly Knickerbocker society column in the old _Journal American_. Her
many contacts among the famous, and the resurgence of interest in gossip,
also helped persuade _Daily News_ editor Mike O'Neill that the paper
could use a gossip column in which the personality of the writer came
through.
Within weeks of her debut, Liz broke some of the sensational details of
Woodward and Bernstein's _The Final Days_, which was about to be
excerpted in _Newsweek_. She added the TV and radio broadcasts to her
schedule in 1978, and avoids duplicating items whenever possible.
Her best sources, says Liz, are other journalists. "Because they know
what stories are. I know a lot of very serious and important writers who
have a lot of news and gossip and rumors and stuff that they don't have
any place to put, so they're apt to give it to me. They have impulses to
disseminate news; I think real reporters do feel that way."
Liz says that, generally speaking, she prefers writers to all other people.
Asked to name some favorites, she bubblingly replies: "Norman Mailer.
I just think Norman is a genius. Oh God, I love so many writers. My
favorite novel recently was Peter Maas' book, _Made in America_. ...
There's Tommy Thompson, who just wrote _Serpentine_. Nora Ephrom,
Carl Bernstein are friends of mine. Norman Mailer is a friend of mine.
Oh, I could go on forever."
An author in her own right, Liz wrote _The Mother Book_ two years ago;
it sold approximately 65,000 copies in hardcover and 200,000 in
paperback. "It kind of wrote itself," she says modestly of the acclaimed
collection of anecdotes about mothers. Someday she would like to try
fiction; at present she is working on a book that she describes as "a
history and philosophy of gossip and what it is and what it's all about."
An Eastsider for half her life, Liz says her neighborhood "has the lowest
crime rate of any police district in New York." Most of the restaurants he
frequents are on the Upper East Side. They include Le Plaisir, Gian
Marino, Szechuan East and Elaine's.
For years she saw her therapist at least once a week; now she pays him
just occasional visits. "It helped me enormously in writing. I quit having
writer's block. I quit putting things off. I quit making myself miserable.
I accepted my success, which was hard, because a lot of writers: they
don't want to succeed. They don't think they deserve it. It's like people
who don't want to be happy.
"Well, I mean you can be happy, you know, if you let yourself, and if
you do your work. The most important thing in the world, I think, is to
do your work. If you do your work, you'll be happy: I'm almost positive
about it."
********
2-17-79
As the Smothers Brothers, they were perhaps the funniest, most original
American music and comedy team to come out of the 1960s. Their 10
albums sold in the millions, and for three seasons they had the most
controversial show on television, _The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour_.
When CBS abruptly canceled their contract in 1969 for seemingly political
reasons, they became a cause celebre by suing the network and winning
a million dollars in damages. After 18 years of performing together as a
team, they retired their act in December, 1976, saying that their brand of
satire had been "stated," and that repetition would bore them. The
brothers parted on friendly terms, each determined to make his mark
separately as an entertainer.
This past Labor Day, they were reunited as a comedy team -- not on
television or in a nightclub, but on the stage of the Ethel Barrymore
Theatre on West 47th Street, where they instantly breathed new life into
the long-running musical _I Love My Wife_. Cast in the roles of two
would-be wife swappers from Trenton, New Jersey, they insisted on being
billed not as the Smothers Brothers, but as Dick and Tom Smothers.
However, anyone who laments the demise of the Smothers Brothers act
should catch the show before the six-month contract runs out on March 4.
Dick Smothers, as Wally, a smooth-talking pseudo-sophisticate, and Tom
Smothers, as his naive, bumbling friend Alvin, a moving man, wear their
roles as if they had been written for no one else.
"I like theatre and I'm going to do more of it," said Tom, 42, during a
recent dressing room interview after a matinee performance. His brother
Dick, 40, had other plans. "As soon as this show is over, I have to go
back to California and do some bottling for my winery. And I want to do
more auto racing. I race for American Motors. As far as making a career
in acting on Broadway: no. I think I could work at it and become a fairly
decent actor, but while I'm making wine, I want to play in cabaret theatre
and dinner theatre. It's fun, and it keeps you sharp. Broadway isn't a
place you should learn. What we're doing is apprenticing on Broadway.
"But that's how we got our television show," protested Tom. "We'd never
done a television show before."
In spite of the box office success of their Broadway debut, Dick cannot
help feeling disappointed that, as always, he is cast as the straight man.
His character Wally is a foil to the lovable, slow-witted Alvin. "There's
not a whole lot to do with Wally," said Dick, pouring me a glass of his
Smothers white Riesling wine. "The fact is, everyone is pretty locked in
except for Alvin. We're all dancing around him."
Tom's only complaint about the show is that it has put a strain on his
health, and especially on his throat. "This is the first time I've been close
to the edge of anxiety healthwise," he confided, sipping hot tea with
lemon. "As soon as I arrived n New York I got tonsillitis. Now I have
insomnia. Antibiotics really drain your body. I've lost 15 pounds so far.
It's a very demanding part physically."
Both brothers seemed very serious offstage, although Tom went through
his full range of marvelous mug expressions as he answered the questions
and posed for photos. Asked about how his current salary compares to
what he has earned previously, he replied: "Broadway you do for love of
the craft. The money is nothing to what you can make in film. You do it
because not many actors can do theatre." Dick commented: "Some of the
big stars in Las Vegas get 20 to 30 times what we're making. It's the
prestige and the experience."
Tom and Dick were born on Governor's Island in New York Harbor.
Their father, an Army major, died in the Philippines near the end of
World War II. Their mother then took them to the West Coast, and when
Tom was 12, she gave him a guitar. "I wanted to be a bandleader first,
then a comedian," he recalled. "At San Jose State, I was in a trio, and we
needed a tenor. So I got Dickie to come to school." While still in college,
they played their first professional engagement as the Smothers Brothers
at San Francisco's Purple Onion nightclub and got four encores. Before
long, Jack Paar invited them on _The Tonight Show_, and their career
was assured.
One thing that is particularly touching about Tom and Dick Smothers is
the great affection they have for each other. They live in separate Upper
East Side apartments about a mile apart, but Dick drives Tom to the
theatre each day, and they frequently socialize together.
********
1-26-80
Victor Temkin, who looks like a character out of Dickens and comes
across with the gruff friendliness of television's Ed Asner, is sitting in his
midtown office on Friday afternoon trying to deal with three things at
once. The telephone is jangling, visitors are dropping by unannounced,
and I'm throwing him questions about the publishing business.
A native of Milwaukee, Temkin lives on the West Side with his wife
Susan and their 8-year-old twins, Andrew and Peter. Susan has a busy
career as a caterer who runs her own cooking school for kids.
In December, 1977, Berkley brought out a book about the Jonestown
tragedy, _The Guyana Massacre_ by Charles Krause, which was written,
published and distributed in a single week. "It's instant journalism,"
Temkin explains. "We're going to do a book late in 1980 about the 1980
election, to tell how and why it happened."
He laughs when asked whether his skills as a lawyer have been helpful in
his publishing career. "No, I think I've forgotten most of what I know
about being a lawyer. It's not the same."
********
2-3-79
"I've had a lot of luck in my career," says John Tesh of WCBS Channel
2 News."I enjoy working hard and I know exactly what I want. Who
knows, 10 years from now I may not be that way. A lot of my friends are
afraid I've gone too far too fast."
During the first 18 years of his life, when he lived in Garden City, Long
Island, John was a top student, a star athlete, and a fine musician. After
graduating from high school he left for North Carolina to attend the state
university on a soccer scholarship. His goal -- to become a doctor. But
when John returned to the New York area in 1976 at the age of 24, it was
not as a professional athlete or a physician, but as a television news
reporter. Today, at 27, he is one of the most highly respected young
broadcasters in New York. Throughout the week he appears regularly on
Channel 2's 6 o'clock news as an on-the-scene reporter, and each
Saturday and Sunday he co-anchors both the 6 o'clock and the 11 o'clock
evening news. According to Tesh, his 6 o'clock weekend show is watched
by more people than any other local news program in New York.
As if this job were not enough, last September John opened his own
sporting goods store, Sports Stripes, located on Columbus Avenue at 75th
Street, a few blocks from his apartment. The compact, brightly decorated
store specializes in running equipment and is the only place in New York
City where running shoes can be resoled on the premises.
When I stop by Sports Stripes one afternoon to talk with John over lunch,
the first thing I notice is his sheer size. At 6 foot and 190 pounds, he
makes a commanding presence. There is command in his voice as well;
it is as deep and rich as a Russian bass-baritone's. He seems
extraordinarily calm, and when I comment on this, he says that "there's
not as much pressure in New York as there was then I worked in North
Carolina. Here you're able to concentrate solely on your reporting. There
you were concerned with logistical problems -- shooting the film,
developing it, editing it, selecting slides, producing the broadcast, and
then anchoring it. ... But I'm not as calm as I might appear. I think
people at Sports Stripes and CBS think of me as frenetic."
"I would say that most correspondents try to get to New York, because
the production is a lot better here. ... I wouldn't like the anchor job
without the field work," he adds thoughtfully. "I have been told that my
forte is breaking news. Last year I won an Emmy for that. The same year
I won an Emmy for outstanding reporting.
"Unedited, live television is what it's coming to. It's interesting, because
it's come full circle. At one time, everything was live. Then for some
reason it went so heavily into tape, and now it's back into live journalism.
As the public becomes better informed, so changes the news.
Asked about which skills are required for live journalism, John says: "I
think it's being able to explain quickly and concisely the situation at hand
without becoming too involved in the situation. Becoming the eyes and
ears of the viewer. Being able to ad-lib is actually what it is. [Walter]
Cronkite is one of the great all-time ad-libbers."
A bachelor who lives alone, John still finds time for sports and music: "I
get enough excitement out of the store and work so that when it's time to
go home I like to be quiet. I have an electric piano, which I play with
headsets. ... I've run two marathons here in New York. I'm too big to be
a good marathon runner, but I do train hard. My ambition is to find some
race to win."
John says he likes the West Side to much that "my friends have to drag
me to the East Side. I do all my shopping on the West Side because I
figure, why shouldn't I help out my friends who live here by shopping at
their stores?" When John decided to open his own store, he called up his
boyhood friend Paul Abbott to run it. The pair were classmates from
grammar school through high school.
John says he hopes to eventually open his own seafood restaurant -- "on
the West Side, of course. This is where I plan to live for the rest of my
life."
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2-17-79
Seven years ago, on Christmas Day 1972, CBS aired a holiday program
titled _The Homecoming_ about a family living in Appalachia during the
Great Depression. All who were involved in the project went their
separate ways after the filming, including a young actor from the Upper
West Side named Richard Thomas. But it drew such a favorable response
that CBS decided to turn it into a series. The rest is history: _The
Waltons_ became a hit and made Thomas a television superstar.
For five years he charmed his way into American homes as the beloved
John Boy. Then in 1976 he decided to leave _The Waltons_ in order to
concentrate on his marriage, write poetry, do stage acting, perform ballet
and make movies. On February 18, in what is certain to be his most
closely watched performance to date, Richard will star in the first segment
of ABCs _Roots II_, playing the son of a wealthy railroad lawyer (Henry
Fonda) who marries a black schoolteacher. He will appear, to a lesser
extent, on the two following evenings as well, before leaving the scene as
a 54-year-old man.
Richard's parents are both former principal dancers for the New York
City Ballet. They were on tour in Cuba when he was born, and the first
language he learned was Spanish. He began acting at the age of 7.
Growing up on West 96th Street, he attended McBurney High School and
Columbia University.
He and his wife Alma have been married since 1975; they have a 2-year
old son, also named Richard Thomas. "He talks a blue streak," comments
the proud father. "Sometimes he gets very blue. You have to watch what
you say around him."
In 1994 the young actor published his first book of poetry. Titled simply
_Poems by Richard Thomas_, it won the California Robert Frost Award
the following year. His second volume of poetry, _In The Moment_, is
scheduled for publication by Avon early in 1979.
The original _Roots_ was seen by more people than any other program in
the history of television, but Richard does not dwell on his important role
in _Roots II_. He prefers to talk about the fulfillment he has found in
marriage.
"I can't imagine not being married at this point," he says, the thick gold
band gleaming on his finger. "If my marriage weren't happy, I couldn't
make the right kind of career decisions. One supports the other. They're
part of the same package." Does he expect to have more children? Richard
smiles broadly and replies: "That's really my wife's department."
********
4-7-79
The only time I met Warhol in person was at a book publication party
several months ago. He came by himself, spoke to hardly anyone, and
spent most of his brief visit flitting quietly about the room, avoiding
people's eyes and taking snapshots of the more celebrated guests. With his
pale complexion, narrow frame, and hair like bleached straw, he looked
not unlike a scarecrow. Everywhere he went, heads turned to catch a
glimpse. That has been the story of Warhol's life ever since he rose to
international prominence in the 1960s.
Although he did not feel like talking when I met him, Andy -- never
publicity-shy -- agreed to a telephone interview at a later date. Reached
at the offices of his _Interview_ magazine off Union Square, he answered
all my questions briefly, and in a voice so low that he could barely be
heard.
The reason? "I used to carry a tape recorder with me all the time, so this
was a way to use it," said Warhol. But in truth, the literal transcriptions
are another example of the naturalism that characterizes much of his work.
When he turned his attention from painting and drawing to filmmaking in
1963, he became notorious for such movies as _Sleep_, which showed a
man sleeping for six hours, and _Empire_, which he made by aiming his
camera at the Empire State Building and keeping the film running for
eight straight hours.
According to Warhol, many people have turned down his request for
interviews. "It's hard to get Robert Redford. ... We choose people who
like to talk a lot." The type of reader he seeks to attract is "the rich
audience. People who go to places like Christie's and Fiorucci's. ... It's
fun to go to those places and get invited to parties. I love fashion parties.
Shoe parties are even better."
His affection for shoes dates back to 1949, when, in his first year in New
York, he got a job in the art department of a shoe store. His designs and
magazine illustrations caught on so fast that within a year, he was able to
purchase the town house on the Upper East Side, where he still lives with
his mother. "But mostly I live with my two dachshunds. They've taken
over."
Certain facts abut Andy Warhol's early life remain a mystery because he
has always objected to questions that he considers irrelevant to an
understanding of him as an artist. It is known that he was born somewhere
in Pennsylvania, sometime between 1927 and 1931, to a family of
immigrants from Czechoslovakia named Warhola.
In recent years, his creative output has been reduced somewhat, as the
result of the severe wounds he sustained in June, 1968, when a deranged
woman shot him in his office. Nevertheless, he continues to mount gallery
exhibitions, write books and paint portraits. The Whitney Museum (75th
St. at Madison Ave.) will have a show of his portraits in December.
Asked about the East Side, Warhol said that one of his favorite activities
is to go window shopping. "When you live on the East Side, you don't
have to go far. Because usually everything happens here." When he goes
to the West Side, it's often to visit Studio 54. "I only go there to see my
friend Steve Rubell. Afterwards, we usually go to Cowboys and
Cowgirls."
About the only medium that Warhol has not worked in is television. "Oh,
I always wanted to, yeah," was his parting comment. "It just never
happens. The stations think we're not Middle America."
********
9-29-79
All are giants in the performing arts. And all are -- or have been -- clients
of Arnold Weissberger, one of the world's foremost theatrical attorneys.
Now in his 50th year of practice, the Brooklyn-born, Westside-raised
Weissberger has been representing stars ever since a chance encounter
brought Orson Welles to his office in 1936.
"Our interests are very similar, except that I am an opera buff, and Milton
is not. He's a realist. I started going to opera when I was 10 years old, so
I don't mind if a 300-pound soprano dies of consumption in _Traviata_,
as long as she sings beautifully."
An avid art collector, Weissberger buys only what he has room to display
on the walls of his home and office. For the past 30 years his chief hobby
has been photography. He has published two volumes of his work --
_Close Up_ (1967) and _Famous Faces_ (1971). Although he has never
taken a photography course, and never uses flash, he captures the essence
of his subjects through his rapport with them. "I have discussed the
possibility of doing a photo book of children I've taken around the
world," he notes. "And now, of course, I have enough photos for a
second volume of famous faces."
So closely connected are the various aspects of his life that Weissberger
is able to say: "There's no demarcation between my workday and my play
day. People ask me when I'm going to retire, and I say there's no need
for me to retire, because I enjoy my work so much. I become part of
people's lives. I become privy to their problems. It is, in many ways, an
extension, an enhancement of my own life to be able to participate in the
lives of my clients. I remember a few months ago, when Lilli Palmer was
sitting right there, and I said, 'Lilli, what a lucky person I am. I'm having
to do a tax return and I'm doing it for Lilli Palmer.' Because there sat this
beautiful, charming, intelligent, lovely lady, and I was representing her
professionally. For me, I can't think of any profession that could possibly
be more rewarding."
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6-2-79
Something unusual was happening up ahead: that much he was sure of,
although no sound of gunshots reached Tom Wicker's ears as he rode in
a press bus in the presidential motorcade through the streets of Dallas on
November 22, 1963. Gazing out the window, he observed crowds of
people running about in confusion. Shortly afterward, outside Parkland
Hospital, the full extent of the tragedy was announced to the world, and
Tom Wicker, the only reporter from the _New York Times_ who was
present that day, rushed off to write the biggest story of his career.
Tom Wicker was writing for history that day, and largely as a result of
his masterful performance, he was elevated the following year to the
position of the _Times_ bureau chief in Washington. In 1968, he was
appointed associate editor of the newspaper, and in 1971, he returned to
New York in order to concentrate on his column, "In the Nation." For the
past 13 years, the column has appeared three times weekly in the op-ed
page of the _Times._
In his column, Wicker has never been told what to write, never had an
article killed or edited, and never been urged to conform to the _Times_
editorial policy.
Some of his pieces look best in retrospect -- for example, the three
columns he wrote in September and October 1977 about the dangers of
storing nuclear waste. The sympathy with which he treated the prison
death of convict George Jackson in a 1971 column caught the attention of
inmates everywhere, and during the uprising at New York's Attica prison
later that year, he was called in as a mediator and official observer. His
book about the uprising, _A Time To Die_, (1975), won him two major
literary awards and was made a Book of the Month Club selection.
For the past five years, Wicker has been married to Pamela Hill, vice
president of ABC News and executive producer of the network's
documentary productions. They live in a four-story brownstone on the
Upper East Side. Though both enjoy cooking, their busy schedules call for
many visits to local restaurants.
Wicker's next book is a historical novel about the American Civil War
that he has been researching for several years. "It probably won't be
completed until 1981," he says, "but I expect it to be the best book I have
ever done. It's certainly the one I'm putting the most effort into. At the
same time, the column is my first priority. That's the clock I punch. ...
My experience is, the more you write, the better you get at it. It's a
business in which you keep sharpening your tools all the time."
********
10-6-79
"I began this book in 1972, when _Rolling Stone_ asked me to go down
to the Cape and cover Apollo 17. Somewhat to my surprise, I became
quite interested in the whole business of: what's the makeup of someone
who's willing to sit on top of a rocket and let you light the candle? And
I ended up writing four stories for _Rolling Stone_ ... in about a month.
And I thought if I spent a couple of months in expanding them, I'd have
a book. Well, it's now 1979 and here we are." He laughed heartily. "It
was so difficult that I put it aside every opportunity I had. I wrote three
other books in the meantime, to avoid working on it.
"I ended up being more interested in the fraternity of flying than in space
exploration. I found the reactions of people and flying conditions much
more fascinating. So the book is really about the right stuff -- the code of
bravery that the pilots live by, and the mystical belief about what it takes
to be a hot fighter jock.
He arrived in New York in 1962, armed with a Ph.D. from Yale and
three years' experience on the _Washington Post_. "I really love it in New
York. It reminds me of the state fair in Virginia, where I grew up. ... The
picture of the East Side really is of the man living in the $525,000 co-op,
leaving the building at night with his wife, both clothed in turtleneck
sweaters with pieces of barbed wire and jeans, going past a doorman who
is dressed like an Austrian Army colonel from 1870."
No relation to the novelist Thomas Wolfe, Tom Wolfe has written only
one short piece of fiction in his life. He is now thinking about writing "a
_Vanity Fair_ type of novel about New York" as his next major
undertaking. In the meantime, he is working on a sequel to _The Painted
Word_, his book-length essay abut modern art that appeared in 1975.
"Another thing I'd like to try is a movie script," he added. "I've done one
-- a series of vignettes about life in Los Angeles. ... But many talented
writers just go bananas in trying to write for the movies. Because they're
not in charge of what they're doing. All that a good director can do is
keep from ruining the script. He cannot turn a bad script into a good
movie. He can turn a good script into a bad movie. And often, I think, it
happens, because the director is given a power that he simply should not
have."
* * *
An Interview with Tom Wolfe
Tom Wolfe, one of the most original stylists in American writing today,
burst spectacularly on the literary horizon in 1965 with _The Kandy
Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby_, a collection of articles about
contemporary American life written as nonfiction.
His latest book, _The Right Stuff_, deals with the age of rockets, the early
astronauts and the world of military flying. Published in September 1979,
it is a critical and commercial success that has already hit the best-seller
list.
Q: Speaking of your other books: how do you manage to know all the
hip phrases of the day? Do you spend a lot of time with teenagers?
A: At one time, people thought I was some sort of medium who hung
around with children to pick up what young people were thinking and
doing. Well, that interested me very much in the '60s, when suddenly
young people were doing extraordinary things -- things they had never
done, which really boiled down to living lives that they controlled,
sometimes in a communal way, going with their own styles, rather than
imitating that of their elders. So it was fascinating. I made a point of
learning about it.
Sometimes now I turn on the radio and I don't recognize a single song on
the charts. Right now I have no idea what any of the top 20 singles are.
And I have the feeling that it's probably not worth finding out, because
we're now in a phase where we're just filling in the spaces of what was
introduced by rock and the Beatles and the Grateful Dead and so on.
There's nothing very new, I don't think. Maybe I'm wrong.
A: Right now I'm in the phase of pretentiousness. During the late '60s
I had a lot of fun by making mild departures in style -- wearing white
suits instead of blue suits, things like that. That was very shocking and
unusual in 1963. Suddenly things reached a point beyond which it really
wasn't worth going, as far as I was concerned, when Jerry Rubin and
Abbie Hoffman appeared on the _Dick Cavett Show_ in body paint.
There's one direction in which clothes can go that still annoys the hell out
of people, and that's pretentiousness. If you wear double-breasted
waistcoats, which I rather like, that annoys people. Spats more than annoy
people: they infuriate people. Try it sometime if you don't believe me.
They think that this is an affront. It stirs up all sorts of resentment. We're
in a period now in which the picture of the East Side really is of the man
living in the $525,000 co-op, leaving the building at night, both clothed
in turtleneck sweaters with pieces of barbed wire and jeans, going past a
doorman who is dressed like an Austrian Army colonel from 1870.
I've had two gallery shows of drawings. ... And I'll have a book of
drawings coming out next year. I find myself very vain about my
drawing. I guess I don't feel as sure of myself as I do in writing;
therefore I'm always straining to get people's reactions to what I've
drawn.
What I do mostly is caricature. I try not to make them too cartoony. This
is a period that absolutely cries out for good caricature. Part of it is that
the great caricaturists used to be people who were determined to be fine
artists. Every artist, whether he was good or bad, learned anatomy very
thoroughly. He learned how to render landscapes, buildings, and learned
something about costume. So the ones who didn't make it as easel painters
might turn to doing caricature, and some of them were spectacular.
I wrote about that in _The Painted Word_. In fact, I'm doing a sequel to
that now. It will be an article for _Harper's_ magazine. I'm moving into
the areas of architecture and serious music and dance. It's very enjoyable
to work on a subject like that after a long haul of writing about astronauts
-- essentially because it's easier.
There are a whole bunch of shows, I must say, in which I simply don't
know who these people are. A lot of general-circulation magazines today
are really television magazines. _People_ magazine is a television
magazine. Look at these people. Who are they? Who are Mindy and
Mork? I mean, I've never seen the show. And yet, they're obviously
extremely well-known.
A: For years I've been telling myself that I was going to try a _Vanity
Fair_ type of novel about New York, and I think I should probably try to
make myself tackle that next. I've debated whether to make it fiction or
nonfiction. My fiction writing has been confined to one short story that I
did for _Esquire_. And I was surprised that it was harder than I thought
to write fiction. I thought that I could sit down on a Sunday afternoon and
knock out a short story, because you could make things up.
Another thing I'd like to try is a movie script. I've done one -- a series of
vignettes about life in Los Angeles. ... But many talented writers just go
bananas in trying to write for the movies. Because they're not in charge
of what they're doing. All that a good director can do is keep from
ruining the script. He cannot turn a bad script into a good movie. He can
turn a good script into a bad movie. And often, I think, it happens,
because the director is given a power that he simply should not have.
Q: Do you feel a lot of pressure on yourself when you sit down at the
typewriter, as being one of the trend-setters in American writing today?
A: It was terrible after my first book came out, and I suddenly got a lot
of publicity I never dreamed I'd get. I was still working with the _Herald
Tribune_ as a general assignment reporter at the city desk. And I suddenly
was made aware by publicity that there was something called the Tom
Wolfe style. And this can really do terrible things to you. I wrote a whole
series of just dreadful article because the first phase I went through was:
"Well, I'll be damned. I have the Tom Wolfe style, I guess I'd better use
it." And so I started writing these self-parodies. The second phase was:
"I've got to stop this. It's self-destructive." And I would write something
and a bell would go off and I'd say, "That's Tom Wolfe style. Now is
that good the way I've used it there, or it is bad the way I've used it?"
And this became very troublesome.
When I did this book, _The Right Stuff_, I decided I really was going to
try to tailor my language to the mental atmosphere of pilots, and somehow
make my tone what I have elsewhere called the downstage voice. You're
writing in the third person about other people, but your own writing style
takes on their tone. So I think the result is a book that seems different in
style, and is sort of an experiment for me.
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Since making his American debut with the New York Philharmonic under
Leonard Bernstein 11 years ago, he has been a soloist with every major
orchestra in Europe, and acted as both conductor and soloist for most of
the leading orchestras in America. His schedule of 120 concerts a year is
solidly booked until 1982, and he has a discography of several dozen
recordings on four labels. For personal credits, Pinchas -- or "Pinky," as
he prefers to be called -- has lived on the West Side for 17 years, been
married to Eugenia Zukerman for 12 of those years. They have two
daughters, one of whom is a skilled pianist.
The _New York Times_ has called him "one of the world's leading
violinists," the _London Times_ has said he is "absolutely without peer,"
and the _Washington Post_ has labeled him "the most versatile of all
major musicians." Born in Israel, the son of Polish survivors of
Auschwitz, he was invited to perform at the White House last year for
Egyptian President Anwar Sadat and Israeli Prime Minister Menachem
Begin. "I want to tell Sadat he should set up a recording studio inside the
pyramids," he joked before the event. This year, Pinky's greatest honor
was his appointment as music director of the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra,
the only full-time chamber orchestra in America.
But the most astonishing thing about this burly, muscular man who speaks
nostalgically of the "old days," may be his age. He's 31.
"I think I had as normal a childhood as one could expect from a talented
boy that had to work," he muses in his living room overlooking the
Hudson River. Serious one moment, clownish the next, he frequently
punctuates his remarks with loud belly laughter. Pinky's sense of humor
is one of the things that endears him to his close friend, violinist Itzhak
Perlman, who lives six floors above. They were born three years apart,
grew up a few miles from each other, and both came to New York with
the help of violinist Isaac Stern to study at Juilliard.
The pair sometimes travel together for concerts, and according to Eugenia
Zukerman, "they do things like imitate apes at airports." Eugenia herself
is an extraordinary woman. Besides being a wife and mother, she is a
flutist with an international music career of her own, frequently appearing
in recitals with her husband. In addition, she is a highly talented writer
who has written free-lance articles for many leading publications, and now
devotes three or four hours a day to her first novel.
When I ask Pinky about critics, the color rises in his cheeks. "Don't get
me on critics," he warns, before launching into an unrestrained diatribe.
"First of all, they're not critics as far as I'm concerned. They should be
reporters. But they never report what goes on in the concert hall. The
public stood up and clapped for 10 minutes. Say it, damn it! Don't say
that bar 56 was not right in the Beethoven G Major Sonata. Who cares?
It's so stupid!
"I'm a great fiddle player. They all say that. Fine. It's understood, it's
granted. It's there. Okay. So instead of criticizing my fiddle playing, they
say I'm becoming aloof, and this and that. ... One week they tear me to
shreds for my conducting. The next week I get these rave reviews. Now,
how can one person be that different in one week? What do they think,
that I'm a duet?"
Asked how much time he spends practicing, Pinky replies: "As much as
I need to. I don't think about time. You either live music or you don't. ...
Music is an unending art form which demands your complete attention and
perfection at all times. What a wonderful thing to be able to say -- I'll be
able to say it in maybe 15 or 20 years -- that I have gone through all of
Schubert's works. What an incredible achievement that is! I can tell you,
it's a lot more satisfying than flying an airplane."
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