70 Year Magazine Archive

Mailer vs. the Hilton Hotel

by Charles Thomas Samuels

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men.” He is, naturally, a socialist, yet even “class warfare” to him is nothing but a form of erection. Man’s destiny, to Mr. N. O. Brown, is to plunge into, and emerge from, one orgasm after another—a poor Sisyphus of tumescence and detumescence. It’s a strenuous life and a merciless universe where nothing matters but copulation, and discharge is its own reward—the only one. (But I’d better watch my “is-es.”)

Fortunately for Mr. Brown, Random House expects other rewards, and Love’s Body is now available in print. True, it’s neither here nor there, neither Love nor Body. However, students of writer’s cramp will find it an interesting book. As to the aficionados of surrealism—frankly, the most baffling piece of surrealism will be found in the biographical note on the last page: “Mr. Brown has served three years as a research analyst with the Office of Strategic Services.”

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