Tad Friend attends the hilariously useless Jean Doumanian seminar on "How to Get Your Play or Movie Produced." Here, Doumanian ("You may know me from such films as "Woody Allen sued me and my bankrolling boyfriend.") advises an attendee on getting distribution for her film:
"Try to get a European sales agent," Doumanian suggested. "There's a fellow named John Slossó"
"How do you spell it?"
"I don't know," Doumanian said. "I've never worked with him."
Roger Angell writes with reticence of many people he knows who died in war,
But then there's a shift, and I feel that, as long as I can hold onto these names and glimpsed faces, their bearers will not be relegated to the abstract status of heroes or the honored dead. Maybe some of them were heroes, but what I feel toward them, I find, is an extreme civility, due them because they have stayed young. With seven thousand four hundred and fifty American veterans of the Second World War dying each week now, this particular form of commemorationóan ancient one, if you think about itóis going out of style.and a few others who survived.
He is suave and unflappable, but when there's a thunderstorm passing over his hilltop house in the Berkshires he turns pale and wears a different look.