A little place called Viet-Nam

President Ngo Dinh Diem, assassinated November 1963

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Pusher gets life

 

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May 18, 1957
Los Angeles

Gilbert M. Zaragoza, 21,
of
3322 Oregon St.
was led out of Federal court to serve the rest of his life
in prison, presumably thankful that he escaped the death penalty.

His crime? He sold two caps of heroin to one minor and 10 caps of heroin to
another juvenile, becoming the first man to be sentenced under the Narcotic
Control Act of 1956 signed by President Eisenhower.

According to a 1973 article from Contemporary Drug Problems:

In Los Angeles one Gilbert Mora Zaragoza, a near-illiterate; epileptic
Mexican-American addict, with an IQ of 71, was tricked into selling heroin to a
17-year-old bureau turncoat named Eddie Manguio. Zaragoza was 21 at the time.
Bureau spokesmen later claimed they were trying to make a case against an older
peddler for whom Zaragoza sometimes worked. But when the two youngsters botched
the situation Zaragoza was put on trial for his life.

  The jury which heard the case declined to recommend death; but on May 17, 1957, when Zaragoza came up for sentencing the judge [William C. Mathes], sometimes known as
  "Maximum Mathes," committed him for life without parole, commenting: "The jury
  gave you back your life. Now society should use your life to set an example
  for others." Subsequent applications to Judge Mathes to reconsider the
  sentence evoked only the comment that its severity "may have been some
  deterrent to others."

Five years later, President Kennedy commuted the life sentence to a 20-year
term. The Times apparently failed to cover the story of Gilbert Mora Zaragoza’s release from prison in 1970.

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Dave Pell

Dave Pell swings at the Shrine Auditorium.

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Shotgun slaying

 

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May 18, 1957
Alhambra

She was going to leave him, so she had to die. In fact, he killed all of them.

Marilyn Ockman, 25, and Sally, their 4-year-old daughter, were in the dining room of their home at 305 Date Ave., Alhambra, when Joseph T. Ockman killed them with a 14-gauge shotgun.

He went into the living room, opened the Bible to Exodus and left a note. Then the welder shot himself in the head.

"Sorry
I must kill my wife because she is evil," he wrote. "All three of us
are going to see the new world. I can’t live without Sally and Marilyn
because I love them too much. I hope the good Lord will forgive me for
doing this.

"Let God be the judge and jury."

Notice how close this is to 515 Elm.

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Matt Weinstock

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May 17, 1957

Anyone who does any downtown strolling can’t help noticing the parade of shabby gentlemen lost in misfortune and alcoholism.

Most of them are obviously drifting aimlessly and hopelessly.

But many of them, beneath their ragged clothes, are bright fellows who,
despite having taken a wrong turn somewhere, have retained their old
sparkle. This select group is distinguished by a sharp awareness of the
score and their own plight.

Not long ago one of them wrote in with some pertinent, if cynical,
remarks about the desperate ironies of Skid Road. His return address,
when I tried vainly to reach him, was the Midnight Mission.

Now, another writes:

"Mr. D.L. Tremens lurks alongside of me, although I thought I had
dropped him when I lost the bottle on El Capitan in 1951. One of these
days, without duress and inspired only by a drink, which I usually
need, I will tell you about my many encounters titled ‘Citizens Versus
Panhandler,’ ‘Taxpayer Versus Intellectual Inferior’ or ‘How I Got the
Money,’ and other little things with which I often regale the few
persons with whom I am acquainted on the Sordid Road to Oblivion or
Who’s Got the 23 Cents?"

Pure poetry.

His return address proved to be the Union Rescue Mission, and he wasn’t there any more.

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Ain’t it Garand?

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May 17, 1957
Los Angeles

An otherwise unidentified author named James McLean writes a misty-eyed
farewell to the passing of M-1 Garand, recalling the day in 1941 that
his Army drill sergeant introduced him to the replacement for the ’03
Springfield rifle, the standard weapon of World War I.

No, neither the troops nor the sergeant liked the M-1, McLean writes.
The M-1’s rear sight had a wider aperture than the Springfield’s, which
made it less accurate. The M-1 had less kick than the Springfield, but
that was small compensation for the smashed right thumbs that soldiers
suffered until they learned to keep them out of the M-1’s operating
rods, McLean said.

Praising the superiority of the M-14 rifle, which allowed automatic or
semiautomatic fire, McLean says that although it may provoke grumbling
and complaints, replacing the Garand with the M-14 is just as
wise–and inevitable–as getting rid of the ’03 Springfields in World
War II.

If he knew, McLean certainly didn’t allude to the tinkering of Lockheed
engineer George C. Sullivan. Experimenting in the garage of his home on
Lake Hollywood Drive, Sullivan began building a rifle that wouldn’t be
so heavy on his hunting excursions. Substituting plastic and lightweight metal used
in aircraft whenever possible, Sullivan said, he drew the attention
of fellow "gun nuts" and Air Force Gen. Curtis LeMay. The AR-10 passed
the Springfield arsenal’s tests in February 1957, clearing the way for
introduction of the rifle.

 

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Rechambered for .223-caliber rounds from the original .308 ammunition,
Sullivan’s design eventually replaced the M-14, which was discontinued
in 1964. The M-16 is still in use by troops that weren’t born when it
was invented.

 

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Iraq, 2005, courtesy of Wikipedia

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JFK’s Pulitzer

 

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Times book critic Robert R. Kirsch is less than impressed with the
Pulitzer awarded to Sen. John F. Kennedy (D-Mass.) for "Profiles in
Courage, calling it "a rather astonishing choice."

"Courage" was an interesting book and well worth reading, Kirsch said. "But the Pulitzer Prize? What were the judges doing? Where were they when Bruce Catton’s ‘This Hallowed Ground’ was published?"

"There was no more scholarship in Sen. Kennedy’s book than one would
find in a memorandum researched by one of his assistants or by a
harried clerk in the Library of Congress. There was no more style than
an editorial writer achieves on a dull day. Perhaps the judges were
bemused by the sight of a senator writing a book and decided to award
an A for effort."

Ouch.

In college, which was the last time I delved into Catton’s civil
war histories, I found them absolutely unreadable: thick volumes of
impenetrable prose.  And Kirsch failed to mention that Catton had
already received a Pulitzer for "A Stillness at Appomattox." Don’t take
my word for it: Read the opening of "Hallowed Ground" courtesy of Amazon.com.

Now let’s have some fun and see Kirsch had anything to say about, oh, how about Richard Nixon’s 1962 book "My Six Crises"?

Hm. For some reason the review was turned over to veteran Times book
critic Marvin Seid. His verdict: "Six Crises" is a story told by an
unapologetic partisan; it will not, of course, please everyone. But
here is a story no one else could tell. Few who read it will be able to
deny that the Nixon who emerges from its pages is a man of dedication,
intelligence, political skill and–above all–guts."

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Hat squad

 

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May 17, 1957
Los Angeles

Let the record show that there was once a time in Los Angeles when
something other than a backward baseball cap was deemed the height of
fashion in men’s hats. [I mean, guys, at least take them off in
restaurants–unless it’s a truck stop].

Although its origins are shrouded in the mists of fashion history, Los
Angeles’ straw hat season began in mid-May and ended in mid-September,
when felt hats returned. It was a practice that was embraced with
enthusiasm beginning by 1894 and lasted until 1967, when the last
holdout–Bullock’s–gave up the idea.

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The fashionable chapeau, 1906

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Straw hat humor, 1923

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The ever-popular sailor, 1924

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An array of straw hats, 1930

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Love that puggaree band, 1935

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Miss Foreign Trade helps pick a hat, 1942

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Walter Slezak, 1953. Note the disturbing disappearance of a brim. This could get ugly.

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Uh-oh. This is not a good look, 1960.

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Bullock’s, the lone holdout, 1965.Straw_hat_1967_bullocks

A dorky straw hat to accent the equally dorky wingtip loafers (are you kidding me?) from Bullock’s. Fashion doom, 1967.

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Neumann on the Mideast, Part 12

Note: In early 1957, The Times sent UCLA professor Robert G. Neumann
on a six-week tour of the Middle East. Neumann, who was later the U.S.
ambassador to Afghanistan and Morocco, wrote these stories upon his
return. His son, Ronald, is U.S. ambassador to Afghanistan.

Part 12, March 21, 1957

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Jack Smith

Jack Smith sets the scene for South Vietnam President Ngo Dinh Diem’s visit to Los Angeles.

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Not on Netflix

 

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"Voodoo Woman" Bad things happen when treasure hunters set foot in voodoo country. Look for Mike "Panic Button" Connors as "Touch Connors."  "This story has been done a thousand times instead of just a hundred and frequently much better." 

"The Undead" From Roger Corman. Bad things happen with a time-traveling lady of the evening. Look for Billy "Lobster Man From Mars" Barty. "Better than usual horror film."

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Paul V. Coates–Confidential File

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May 16, 1957

The story appeared in the Mirror-News about a month ago.

Venus Gonzales, 17, read it.

That evening, when her husband, Buddy, 21, came home from work, she showed it to him.

Both of them shuddered at the painful memories the story brought back.

It read:

"A
20-year-old woman filed a $1,000,000 damage suit today on grounds she
lost a child in stillbirth because a hospital refused its facilities to
her.

"Parkview Hospital, 1021 N. Hoover St., and the attending physician were named as defendants.

"Mrs. Roberta G. Carpenter and her husband, Wendell F. Carpenter, 25, painter of 1243 S. Mariposa Ave., charged the stillbirth occurred while the mother was being transferred from the private hospital to General Hospital.

"The
couple claim services were refused them when the father was unable to
raise $250 cash in order to cover increased costs of a cesarean
operation.

"They stated that they had already paid $125.

"The suit says that diagnosis showed the stillbirth occurred because of an oxygen deficiency due to slow or painful birth."

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Two weeks before the article appeared, on March 25, Buddy Gonzales received a call at work from his wife.

"The labor pains have started," she told him.

"It was about 10 a.m. Buddy borrowed a friend’s car and rushed home.

He drove his wife immediately to the office of their family doctor–the same doctor who had been retained by Mrs. Carpenter.

After checking the young woman over, the doctor told Buddy to take her to Parkview Hospital for X-rays.

The young couple went to the hospital. The X-rays were taken. Then, they were told to go home and wait.

A
few minutes after they left the hospital, Venus complained of more pain
and bleeding. They returned to Parkview and she was placed in a bed.

It
was about 11:30. Buddy was becoming increasingly nervous. It was his
first experience at the difficult business of impending fatherhood.

And
to add to his apprehension, Venus, his wife, was a delicate little
girl, 3 inches under 5 feet tall–with a normal weight of 98 pounds.

While awaiting the X-ray results, Buddy returned the car he had borrowed.

Back again, he checked with the hospital desk to make sure his $100 deposit–made a month earlier–had been recorded. It had.

By noon, the X-rays had been studied and Buddy was told that a Cesarean section was necessary.

"That means," he was told, "that you’ll have to pay the hospital an additional $175."

The young man winced. But he said, "I’ll get it. I can get it in a week."

"I’m sorry," was the reply, "but you need cash. Now. Before we can operate."

A
hospital employee called the AFL, Buddy’s union, to see if he had
insurance to cover an additional expense. It took a while for them to
check.

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

At 1 o’clock, Venus was moved into the operating room. And Buddy was making phone calls to raise $175.

He used the pay booth and called friends and relatives until $3 worth of change had dwindled to 15 cents.

No luck.

Two o’clock had passed. So had 3 o’clock.

And Venus Gonzales was still in the operating room, ready for surgery.

Shortly before 3:30, she heard a man tell the nurse:

"Take her out because they haven’t got the money."

She was wheeled out and dressed again, and Buddy was told to rush her to General Hospital.

"If you want an ambulance," he was told, "it’ll be $35."

He
phoned his brother-in-law to hurry over with a car. Then he went to the
desk again, where $75 of his $100 deposit was refunded.

"A $25 charge for X-rays."

The brother-in-law arrived and he and Buddy helped Venus to the car. They sped to General Hospital.

And there, shortly afterward, Connie Lee was born–the first heir of Buddy and Venus Gonzales.

Here, perhaps, the story should end–with the hope that it won’t happen again.

But it doesn’t end.

It is a continuing policy, not only of Parkview but of most private hospitals in this area.

And tomorrow we’ll take a closer look at mercy–Southern California style.

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Tough prosecutor

 

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May 16, 1957
Los Angeles

While L. Ewing Scott uses every possible ploy to delay his extradition
from Michigan, the district attorney’s office has appointed top
prosecutor J. Miller Leavy to handle the case. Leavy has just finished
the Edward S. Wein trial and has previously won convictions against "red light bandit" Caryl Chessman and Barbara "I Want to Live!" Graham.

Leavy is a tough, hard-working prosecutor who prepares his cases
meticulously. The Scott case, however, will be one of his biggest
challenges: There’s no body. And so he must prove that alleged victim
Evelyn Scott’s well-established patterns of behavior suddenly ceased.

 

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In Detroit’s Wayne County Jail, Scott has been refusing to eat,
complaining of health problems and refusing to answer reporters’
questions. In a jailhouse interview, the Mirror only got two responses:

"How are you?"

"Terrible."

"If you go back to Los Angeles will you ask for a change of trial location?"

"Whoever my lawyer is out there will have to determine that."

Although Scott seemed fine during conversations with attorney Gabriel
Cohn, he complained that he was desperately ill, prompting an
examination at a nearby hospital, where he was found to be in perfect
health. Sheriff’s officials announced that Detective Chief J. Gordon
Bowers and Detective Sgt. Ward Hallinen will be flying to Detroit to
bring Scott back to Los Angeles as he plans to stop fighting
extradition.

To be continued….

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Neumann on the Mideast, Part 11

Note: In early 1957, The Times sent UCLA professor Robert G. Neumann
on a six-week tour of the Middle East. Neumann, who was later the U.S.
ambassador to Afghanistan and Morocco, wrote these stories upon his
return. His son, Ronald, is U.S. ambassador to Afghanistan.

Part 11, March 20, 1957
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Drivers’ Ed Theatre

"Frigidaire Finale," 1957

Bad things happen when a choreographer is turned loose with two dancers and a bunch of appliances.

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Hollywood madam

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May 15, 1957
Los Angeles

The papers called her an actress, but she was never in anything but
trouble and her only talent was for raising hell. Even the gossip
magazines quit working with her because they didn’t trust her. She
was only famous for being infamous.

Her name was Ronnie Quillan. At least that was the one she used  in
court to testify about feeding stories to Confidential magazine.  The
police had a dozen names for her: Mary Wolfe, Ronnie Blair, Cynthia
Ainsley and all sorts of variations on them. Even her death records
list two names: Veronica Ainsley and Mary Quillan, as if nobody could
make up their mind what to call her.

The other little boxes on her death records are vacant: The year, month
and day she was born or even where. All we have are what might be her
mother’s name–Zwebels–and when she died: Oct. 5, 1962.

She was married at least twice. Her first marriage, to Joe Quillan, who worked
on the script for "Son of Paleface," was in Greenwich, Conn., in 1939.
The second, to 21-year-old Daniel E. O’Reilly, was in Tijuana in 1956
and annulled a year later.

She brawled with her husbands and her boyfriends. One of the worst fights was in
1949, when she and French singer Roland Gerbeau slashed each other with
razor blades and her right ear was nearly severed. The next year, she
slashed singer Billy Daniels‘ face with a butcher knife and it took 35
stitches to close the wound. He told police she had been taking pills
all evening.

In early 1957, she used a 2-by-4 to smash a picture window at her
former mother-in-law’s home in a fight over a TV set. Two days after
she got out of jail for that rampage, a cabdriver picked up her at 6
a.m. while she was wandering in front of the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel,
wearing pajamas and a coat. She was carrying a stuffed dog named Bowie
and a stolen .38-caliber Colt. She said she wanted to go to a pawnshop–but he got one look at the gun and took her to the police.

It’s not clear exactly when she turned to prostitution. Her only
documented arrest was in April 1955. In August of that year, Whisper
magazine ran a story calling her "Hollywood’s No. 1 Madam."

About the same time, she began feeding stories to Confidential
magazine, receiving $1,500 (10,747.93 USD 2006). One of them, which
appeared in the January 1955 issue, concerned an encounter she
supposedly had with Desi Arnaz in Palm Springs during World War II. She
was also the source for information on a story about Billy Daniels in
the July 1955 issue. She may have also contributed to stories about Ava Gardner and Herb Jeffries.

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Testifying in the 1957 criminal libel trial against Confidential,
Quillan said Confidential Publisher Robert Harrison was after dirt on
Hollywood figures. Her face etched with lines of hard living, The Times
said, she testified: "He told me he wanted stories primarily dealing
with … activities of people in the Hollywood movie colony, and the
more lewd and lascivious, the more colorful the magazine." But after a
few stories, former Confidential editor Howard Rushmore fired her because he thought she was too
unreliable.

During the Confidential magazine trial, Deputy Dist. Atty. William L. Ritzi asked: "What was your occupation?"

"I was engaged in prostitution," she said.

The next year, she tried to kill herself. Then she dropped from sight.

In 1962, Paul Coates found a letter in one of his files that she had written from jail:

"All the scandal magazines and newspaper characters should be very
happy," she said. "They prophesied that I’d wind up in the gutter and
here I am. They really ought to have some sort of organization for
ex-Hollywood glamour girls, because I’m petrified with fear. I’ve never
been so friendless in my life. When I got out of Norwalk after
recovering from a nervous breakdown, I thought maybe I could change my
life. But here I am back in County Jail. I guess it can’t get any worse
than this for me."

 

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And sometime on Oct. 5, 1962, she stumbled into a doctor’s office after
receiving a vicious beating. She died before she could say what
happened. Veronica Ainsley/Mary Quillan was 44. Maybe.

A google map of Ronnie Quillan’s life.

Bonus fact: On Jan. 3, 1958, in New York City, Confidential editor Howard Rushmore killed his wife and committed suicide after he forced his way into the taxicab in which she was riding. He once testified: "Some of the stories are true and some have nothing to back them up at all. Harrison many times overruled his libel attorneys and went ahead on something." 

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Neumann on the Mideast, Part 10

Note: In early 1957, The Times sent UCLA professor Robert G. Neumann
on a six-week tour of the Middle East. Neumann, who was later the U.S.
ambassador to Afghanistan and Morocco, wrote these stories upon his
return. His son, Ronald, is U.S. ambassador to Afghanistan.

Part 10, March 19, 1957
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Buddy Rich!

Buddy Rich plays the Valley, May 14, 1957

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Zombies

 

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My friend Mary McCoy from the 1947project and L.A. Public Library
hit upon an interesting endeavor while wandering the closed stacks:
Revisiting the bestsellers of the past. Not just any bestsellers, mind
you; they have to be forgotten and obscure.

She explains: This summer’s blockbuster hit is next year’s $5.98 remainder at Barnes
& Noble, so I wonder, what happened to the smash beach read from
1938 that currently languishes in your grandmother’s attic? Is there
some unsung classic waiting to be sold by the pound at your neighbor’s
yard sale?

This summer, I plan to slog my way through the
forgotten books of the twentieth century, and you are cordially invited
to join me in the Zombie Summer Reading Program. Email your most
ghastly, obscure finds to zombiesummerreading@gmail.com, and I’ll post
your blurbs.

Here are her rules:

1.  It must be over 40 years old, and ideally, have a whiff of mold or neglect about it.
2.  It must not be written by anyone you’ve ever heard of.   

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Matt Weinstock

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May 14, 1957

They are reluctant to say so publicly, but many men of science are
extremely apprehensive about the continued testing of atomic bombs.

As scientists, they know what it means that a single present-day bomb
has several hundred times the explosive power of the peanut we set off
at Hiroshima. Furthermore, they know what it would do to great masses
of people, even if laymen cannot comprehend such destruction.

But these learned men realize the free nations are committed to a
policy of muscle flexing to impress Russia and, officially at least,
the tests are considered necessary. Meanwhile, Russia keeps setting off
its brand to impress us.

However, in private they talk and at a gathering a few nights ago a
group of them got around to the statement of Dr. Linus Pauling that if
the tests are continued 1,000 persons who wouldn’t otherwise be
affected will die of leukemia–and the rebuttal of a member of the
Atomic Energy Commission that any increase in leukemia from radioactive
fallout would be negligible.

One man at the gathering mused:

"If a nation announced it had perfected a new machine gun and would
test it by lining 1,000 persons against a wall and shooting them down,
the world would be horrified. yet there isn’t much difference."

LITERARY PEOPLE are talking about J.D. Salinger’s long story "Zooey" in the May 4 New Yorker–an overwhelmingly brilliant job.

Zooey is a former radio quiz kid who has the gift of seeing through
things, separating sincerity from phoniness, detecting truth and
discounting sham. He is also capable of wildly playful irrelevance.

Those who’ve read it agree that "Zooey" will kick up a fuss comparable
to that of Shirley Jackson’s controversial short story, "The Lottery."

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