Word: bananas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Today Contadora is Panama's star resort, with a government-owned casino and 210-room hotel (average room price: $70 a day). About 80 weekend homes owned mostly by wealthy Panamanians dot the beaches and hills. Palm, papaya and banana trees shade the island, and peacocks and deer roam freely. Temperatures climb to a torrid 95° during the day, but drop to a breezy 70° in the evening. The resort is just now entering its busy season, with the hotel booked solid through April. And, understandably, the tourists worry about the island's most famous guest...
...become very interested in magic, and we're very serious about this trip. We're hoping to see this magician who practices both white and black magic. He has a very long and difficult name which we can't pronounce. We call him Banana for short...
...climactic moment, U.S. friendship for this Persian Ozymandias and this quintessential banana-republic strongman did not seem to count for much. His Imperial Majesty the King of Kings became overnight an international outcast with a price on his head, wandering from Egypt to Morocco to the Bahamas to Mexico, discouraged from seeking asylum in the U.S. When Somoza desperately tried to telephone from his bunker to Jimmy Carter for help, the White House switchboard shunted the call to the State Department, where Somoza left a message. Cyrus Vance cabled him back, urging him to quit...
...show turns out to be nothing but an inept Marcus Welby retread. The plotting is vague, the tedious medical cri ses are easily averted, and the comedy leaden. As always in this genre, there is a young sidekick for the middle-aged hero. This time out, the second banana calls himself Gonzo, purports to be a Viet Nam veteran, looks and acts like a fashion mod el and lives in a very cute van called the Titanic...
...hard to find. In the Midwest or the desert, in banana republics or along the Florida gold coast, Fabian's mobile VanHome is seldom without its lady for the evening. Adolescents, sophisticates, even transsexuals are all given equal time. Yet the warning sign on Fabian's van says more about its owner than about the alarm system: SELF-REACTOR: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. In this picaresque, passion is reserved for the playing field. Despite his experiments with sex and drugs, Fabian truly gets high on Fabian. With characteristic insouciance, the author describes his hero's liaisons: "He found...