Word: addictive
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Turf in the Tenement. Perhaps the book's most appealing episode is the horse-racing fantasy-for Jack Duluoz, like any right-thinking Massachusetts twelve-year-old, is a track addict. In the Duluoz tenement, on dark winter mornings, Jack scribbles out racing forms, plays the call to colors on the Victrola, stages elaborate handicap races with marbles ("I owned that great Repulsion, also personally rode the beast, and trained him . . . also ran the Turf, was Commissioner, Track Handicapper, President of the Racing Association, Secretary of the Treasury...
Green Thumb. In Detroit, police found longtime Drug Addict J. Papp standing on the grass in the center strip of the Willow Run Expressway holding a shovel, some fertilizer, and a cigarette package full of marijuana seeds...
...stand an hour of literate, intelligent conversation, then I urge you to go see your minister, your priest, your rabbi, or your psychiatrist: you are deathly sick." The speaker was Alexander King, sometime adman, artist, editor and dope addict, who has turned the kind of anecdote-flavored coffeehouse talk that has long been familiar in his home town (Vienna) into a highly successful TV act. His garrulous appearances on the Jack Paar show helped boost his current bestseller, Mine Enemy Grows Older, a book of amusing, scurrilous reminiscences. His often witty, sometimes vulgar, hour-long weekly talk show on Manhattan...
...book, The Professor and I (Appleton-Century-Crofts; $3.95), Dorothy Van Doren reveals that her husband is an addict "not of the super, the egghead, type of program . . . but of mysteries, westerns, crime stories, true stories and a quiz or two. He is lost. I get myself comfortable on the living-room sofa by the fire with a book, and presently I hear the beginning of the idiot commercial and know it has started again. Sometimes I watch too; sometimes I stick to the book. But the professor is faithful-all too often he is faithful. One evening there...
...skier, Wildcat has little to offer, although the view of Mount Washington from the summit is worth the ride up. It lacks the Sugarbush atmosphere, but provides a more rugged day of skiing for the addict. And if you ski in blue jeans and an H.A.A. sweat shirt, no one will snicker...