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...cleverest pop novels suggest subdivisions of the genre. The Piano Sport (Atheneum) by Don Asher, 40, might be called a bop novel. Written by a man who plays funky piano at the Mark Hopkins in San Francisco, the book tells a sprightly story about a cat who plays piano somewhere else in town. Call the Keeper (Viking) by Nat Hentoff, 41, a man-about-Manhattan who writes voluminously about jazz, race and Greenwich Village, is an ingenious pop thriller about jazz, race and Greenwich Village. The main menace is a Negro intellectual who hangs out with jazzbos and cuts...
...Westerners, her voice sounds like the siren call of a lovesick cat at midnight. When Egypt's Um Kalthoum sings on Cairo radio, however, the entire Arab world falls into ecstasy...
Step up and take a look at the U.S.'s latest secret weapon. A hot missile? No, a cool cat-Earl ("Fatha") Hines, jazz pianist nonpareil. Fatha and his sextet were midway through a six-week cultural swing through Russia last week when the Soviets decided that he was just too culturally dangerous. Perhaps it was because Hines & Co. had been wowing S.R.O. audiences everywhere. In Kiev, 10,000 youngsters had packed the Sports Palace, and Hines stirred up a swirling, rhythmic turbulence that had the Russians snapping their fingers like Hollywood hippies...
Everything is grist. He writes of his wife's encounter with poison ivy or of his own desperate search for the family cat during a blizzard; he tells how to talk on the party line without revealing secrets to eavesdroppers, devotes a whole page of sensitive text and pictures to the juvenile joy of playing in a hay-filled barn. Bowman prefers to think of himself as "a sort of would-be farmer with typewriter...
...fresh, almost childishly naive. Some of it is tenderly lyrical; much of it is vehemently public poetry, poetry for the microphone. The imagery and language are startling, precise, modern. "Behind an airplane," he writes, "the sound trailed/ Rectangular, like a barge behind a tug." And again: "Radio-like, my cat lies curled/ With his green eye tuned to the world...