The Michigan Daily-Sunday, Page 2-Sunday, March 19, 1978-The Michigan Daily RAMRLINGS/ keith rich bu 7,",LY a 1 - ----- Lk--qqy REMEMBER vividly my first day of school, when the teacher, a very imposing lady who had taken charm lessons from the Hermann Goering School of Etiquette, was calling roll for the first time. "Keith Richburg," she said, looking at everyone in the room except for me. "Here," I responded, much to the teacher's dismay. "You're Keith Richburg?" she demanded, with a tone of sinister inquisition. 'You're Keith BERNARD Richburg?" "That's me!" I responded, still un- sure at this young age about why there would be so much doubt as to my iden- tity. Finally the teacher revealed the true nature of her inquiry, when she asked quite pointedly, "Keith, are you, uh ... Jewish?" "Who, me?" I said, astonished. "No, I have enough trouble just being Black." Thus began for me, at a very early stage of my school career, what would eventually evolve into an encyclopedia of barbs and witticisms about my Jewish-sounding name which, being Black and from the near West side of Detroit, would be a godsend were I planning on entering a career of stand- up comedy. Or I suppose I could have been a suc- cessful doctor, had I not realized-the limits of my scientific competence in a chemistry class in high school.4 can see the plaque on my office door now - "KEITH BERNARD RICHBURG: GYNECOLOGIST" - and I can even see the expressions on the faces of the little old Jewish ladies when they come in expecting to be greeted by the nice Jewish doctor, and there I am, all decked out in white, saying "and what seems to be the problem, madam?" BUT NO, I chose the profession of journalism instead, perhaps out of an ironic egotistical need to see that kosher monicker of mine in print. And then it's always worth a laugh to won- der how many people who read that classically Hebrew byline know about the reality of the permanent suntan that lies hidden beneath. I know for a fact that Hillel, the Jewish organization on campus, still has no idea that the Keith Bernard Richburg they continuously mail literature to is, lo and behold, the same one you wouldn't want your daughter to marry. I remember my first day on campus, moving all my earthly belongings into my West Quad dormitory, and visiting my mailbox for the first time. There, amidst my collection of movie guides and free coupon booklets, was the first of what would become a two-year-long, one-way correspondence with Hillel. Come to our Yom Kippur service, come celebrate Chanukah with us, Keith Bernard Richburg, have some candy from us for Purim. I often sit back, when the history lec- ture gets boring, and imagine the scenario should I ever decide to take the generous Rabbi up on his offer. I would show up at the door of Chabad House and say in the thickest, most stereotyped Black accent I can muster: "Well Shalom to yo' ass! Whereas the fried chicken, brother?" Once last term I was walking through the fishbowl on my way to nowhere in particular when I saw a girl under a blue-and-white Israeli flag, selectively handing out literature to passers-by. "Can I have one?" I asked with all the politeness I knew how. "You have to be Jewish," she told me, without the slightest hint of apology. "But you don't understand," I protested. "I'm Keith Bernard Rich- burg. I'm the one you've been sending all that literature to in the mail. You in- vited me to Chabbad for Chanukah," I said, pronouncing my "CH"s in classic Hebrew scratchy-throat. Well, she didn't buy it, and I didn't get a copy of whatever it was she was han- ding out, but I had the last laugh anyway. The next day there was a copy of the very same leaflet in my mailbox, addressed to Keith Bernard Richburg, U of M's wayward Jew. At any rate, my years of quasi-Jewish status have perfected my list of come- backs to that most inevitable of all questions. "Are you Jewish?" they ask me. "Yes, I'm from the Southern bran- ch of the tribe of Abraham Jones." "Are you Jewish?" "Yes, couldn't you tell? I've been in Miami for a week." Don't get me wrong. There are inherent advantages in being Black with a Jewish name. 'On job ap- plications, you are automatically placed in the slots of two minorities, where one can reap all the benefits of affirmative action quotas and goals. Besides that,you getqaucertain sense of superiority from knowing that you and Sammy Davis Jr. are both members of one of the most exclusive clubs in the country. Oy vay! It's all in a name. Stallone' s prose lacks punch but shows promise By Richard Heritage PARADISE ALLEY By Sylvester Stallone G. P. Putman's Sons, 217 p., $8.95 A S WITH most work of art, Rocky's appeal is difficult to articulate. It has to do with the film's small-time- loser-gets-a-shot-at-the-crown theme, the maudlin love story, the phenomenal editing of the fight sequences. In any case, Rocky's strengths are visceral, emotional, even sentimental - but defi- nitely not literary. Predictably, then, Syslvester Stallone's first novel does not amount to much as literature. It is poorly written, full of hackneyed slang and annoying Richard Heritage is a graduate student in library science. stylistic quirks. Yet it is not without its muscular charm. Set in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan, in 1946, Paradise Alley is the story of Vic- tor Carboni, a dumb but gentle iceman who is "as strong as Charles Atlas " and his brothers: Cosmo, an unpleasant little con-man (he poses as a blind, legless veteran to pick up spending money), and Lenny, a mortician's assistant, alcoholic and moody since he came home wounded from the war. There is also the malignant Nickels Mahon and his equally nasty gang, iceman Victor's woman Rosie, and An- nie O'Sherlock, a pretty dancer, for whom brothers Lenny and Cosmo con- tend. The first half of Stallone's first effort See STALLONE, Page 8 i~ddY rnagazine &CHJSTdF PUZZLE 11 P 1 C 2 D 3 JG 21 H 22 M 23 E 24 C 2 o 68 A 67c 70R 71 :1 90 91 L 923$ 93F 94 H4fu K0 6 S 41F 2 LJ 713 1 N 34T 3 L 161 0 38 Y1 K 2( D 1 H 41 C 42 p 43 R C - . I - I~ - I i8 4 59 F881 D6 Hu,1 L 821 H 62 63 S09F lIC ,T 65 1 ' 88 H 111 E 66 c 61 P K 1041 1 1051W 1061P 1071H1 108 i # I -1- 4 -I -I I- i i i i i i J 114 M 136 I 132 U 158 F 15 S 181 Qv 11 a311 0 13 J 16 V 161 H 18 L 1: 6 M 11 0 V 1271X 1281B 1291M 13010 1311K ]132 L 133 B 155 w 156 S 13 S D; K 14 B 14 J 148 149 L 16 0 16 H 17 F 171 J 172 D 19 X 191 W 19 J 193 3 194 s 150 tH 1511 V S 173 J 1741D 175 A 152R 15310 184 U 18A Q 181 N 189 19S 1196 E 176 F 177 A 178: M 199 N 200 A 201 T 202 P 19 L 198 I i1- I- A. Comphrehended; probed B. Horatio Alger theme (3 words) C. One skilled in the examination of a complex. its elements and their relatiQns D. Bristol Channel (2 words) E. Secretary of Sfrte, at the time of Saigon's collapse F. Secretary of Defense inApril 1975 G. Unwholesomeness: offensiveness H.Saigon employees with low priority for evacuation in April 1975 (2 words) . Principal policy making and executive committee of North Vietnam in April 1975 J. First Southeast Asion capital to be evacuated in April 1975 (2 words) K. Trouble: misfortune L. Shoot forth: . , give fofth" 6 31 52 69 124 178 201 186 37 51 81 93 111 116 125 147 129 155 165 180 2 46 70 184 42 25 67 3 21 60 162 87 17 175 190 15 50 24 85 176 66 194 119 140 12 120 30 75 83 94 171 110 144 159 177 19 27 48 68 79 72 88 134 145 122 126 9 22 33 41 62 74 4 90 108 151 170 182 39 58 164 73 121 91 137 105 196 59 8 148 102 47 114 160 193 174 20 26 84 86 98 104 132 146 - S16 8292 9J'% 33 168183 ' M. CIA intelligence specialists and spy handlers (2 words) N. Small whirlpools 0. Site of the Civil War battle between the Monitor and the Merrimac (2 words) P. Warm: hot Q. Apprise; notify R. Bobbed: dipped S. Brazilian rabbit T. Lyric poems U. Return of a portion of payment V. North Vietnamese general in charge of the final offensive of the Vietnam War (Full name) W. Traditional Vietnamese tunic (2 words) X. North Vietnames who refused, to accept 1973 Nobel Peace Prze (Pult.6ame)#: 78 89 117 130 136 123 185 23 199 143 166 149 34 135 157 200 189 29 28 38 57 118 97 138 142 154 169 109 131 7 112 43 107 1 95 197 45 172 188 5 115 10 36 153 32 44 55 71 181 100 139 150 173 11 35 195 163 77 65 202 54 61 158 167 13 187 BY STEPHEN J. POZSGAI Copyright 197X INSTRUCTIONS Guess the words defined at the left and write them in over their numbered dashes. Then, transfer each letter to the cor- responding numbered square in the grid above. The letters printed in the upper-right-hand corners of the squares indi- cate from what clue-word a particular square's letter comes from. The grid, when filled in, should read as a quotation from a published work. The darkened squares are the spaces between words. Some words may carry over to the next line. Meanwhile, the first letter of each guessed word at the left, reading down, forms an acrostic, giving the author's name and the title of the work from which the quote is extracted. As words and phrases begin to form in the grid, you can work back and forth from clues to grid until the puzzle is complete. Answer to Last Week's Puzzle "True stories about the real world may provide some interesting and often useful information but the way these stories unfold is as alien to the way the prepubertal child's mind functions as the super- natural events of the fairy. tale are to the way the mature intellect com- prehends the world. " (Brus o)B ettchm .Tbe) Useso Enchantment Vin tage journal and fresh v I By Anne Sharp JOURNALS: EARLY FIFTIES EARLY SIXTIES By Allen Ginsberg edited by Gordon Bell Grove Press, 302 pp. $10.00 MIND BREATHS: POEMS 1972-1977 By Allen Ginsberg City Lights Books, 123 pp. $3.00 ADD NOW TO poet Allen Ginsberg's vast literary output two recently released books: a volume of his collec- ted journals, dated 1952 to 1962, and Mind Breaths, a compilation of poems and music written between 1972 and 1977. In preparing Journals: Early Fifties Early Sixties, editor Gordon Bell worked closely with Ginsberg, selecting and footnoting the most interesting en- tries. Ginsberg used his diaries as poetry workbooks, as well as running accounts of dreams, conversations, daily incidents and records of images scribbled down for further use, all writ- ten in his characteristically flowing, impulsive style. He also used them for catharsis, a way to work out his per- sonal crises. At about the time these journals were developing, Ginsberg went through a period of psychoanalysis, and once spent several months in a mental hospital. As a result, he is a. man in close touch with Atriute , Sr u 1< a lre~l/iet &6i trihulor toryhj?,1Paily art~s Page', "From the not-so- callow youth of the Journals to the blissed- out author of Mind Breaths, Allen Gins- berg has undergone many transform a- tions, "Rocky" reflects on his wri remaining throughout a con- troversial, intensely generative artist. " The Beat 1 1950s, in wh dynamic roli Buddhism, Pythonesque typical Zen unable to ar clever quest slugging him sberg has fo tation with Z new antholo his involvem serene litany while medit scends his p impossibly o trol, an i meditation, ted in the tro of air fro Washington out of a moul "M UGG quie Ginsberg wa thugs, starts rush of noun Ah, torn block NY C sk v Hallow thinking Learv join season? "Contest confrontatio and a pret although it author. "Dc See,.1 I his own subconscious; one consequence of this is that he never complains of creative blocks. Ginsberg is also an ex- pert dream analyst. "The most impor- tant thing-about dreams," he observed in an entry dated May 1959, "is the existence in them of magical emotions, to which waking Consciousness is not ordinarily sentient. Awe of vast con- structions; familiar eternal halls of buildings; sexual intensity in rapport; deathly music; grief awakenings, per- fected lodgings." INSBERG'S mother Naomi suf- fered from paranoid schizojphrenia, and the young poet often pistake the curiosity Which leads hiimn to aimless world travels and ex- perimentation with peyote for mad- ness. He muses, "I must abandon again this whole metaphysical urge that leads me further each month back to an un- created world of bliss of my own making.. . while the real world passes me by." And later, "What will I make happen to my life?" Occasionally we glimpse the passionate, creative Ginsberg's ultra- cool "beatnik" exterior. One evening the famed British poet Dylan Thomas and a friend approach Ginsberg in a bar. "Do you know who this is?" asks Thomas' friend, to which Ginsberg bree aly replies. "Of course, man it is obvious. 103 18 49 56 63 76 80 14 141 106 156 192 96 127 161 152 40 113164 53 1,28 191 99 179 1 a t .