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...until some biographer turns him into academic chopped liver, it is going to be hard to tell how much of the Perelman persona was Perelman himself. Until then, the only thing to go on is the 45-page autobiographical fragment "The Hindsight Saga," in the posthumous opus The Last Laugh which Perelman's publisher and executor have just produced. Concentrating on Perelman's early years in Hollywood, where he worked on the screenplays for the Marx Brother's Monkey Business and Horse Feathers and on a number of other comedies, it reveals a Perelman considerably less impulsive...
...rest of The Last Laugh, it is, unfortunately, low grade Perelman. For the last few years of his life, his writing lacked much of the snap that distinguished such earlier collections as Crazy Like a Fox and The Road to Miltdown. The writing in the last volume he published while alive, Eastward Ha! was somehow less densely funny, less wildly allusive than it had been before. The pieces in The Last Laugh, all of which originally appeared in The New Yorker, represent more of the same. In these last stories Perelman drifts more and more into a cosmic nostalgia which...
...authentic human spirit. She also makes me laugh." And the smile in Hepburn's voice breaks into the chime of an unself-conscious laugh?for, surely, the woman being described is not only Ethel Thayer but Katharine Houghton Hepburn...
...have to laugh, or else you'd cry," says a recruit named Elizabeth on the first day of training. The women are issued boots cut so badly that many get stress fractures and muscle spasms. One week they are ordered to tuck in their blouses to look like the males. The next week they are ordered not to, to avoid attracting male attention. Blamed as a group for the failure of any one of them, most still show a stubborn patriotic pride...
...takes some doing to coax a roomful of sage, serious adult Harvard students into the frame of mind where they will laugh and cheer hysterically at the sight of other Harvard students thrusting one another behind draperies, only to stumble on still others. But it undoubtedly can be done. And while none of the group that troops out--forgetting, for laughter, to rub its collective strained neck--will go home and discuss the finer points of drama, few will escape without the four-year-old gleam in the eye that comes from one last swoop on the ferris wheel...