Feature Articles: Women in the Professions, Kathy Kahn: Voice of Poor White Women, The High Blood Pressure Time Bomb
Exclusive Interview: Carlos Santana, John McLaughlin
Cover Art: Stan Shaffer
The anticlimax of the 1972 Democratic Convention in Miami was, reached when a reporter wondered out loud about the epidemic use of the depressant drug Quaalude among the thousands of peace demonstrators and local ease-takers in the rebel campsite. One youth simply extended a handful of pills and said, "Try one." Today, millions of Americans are washing their nervous systems down, down, down the barbiturate drain. First casually, then compulsively, they gobble up doses not only large enough to quiet a maniac but to quiet him forever. This drug-induced loss of volition is a fad today, frets counterculture-watcher Craig Karpel in Sedative Chic, but it may become an instrument of social control tomorrow.
In The High Blood Pressure Time Bomb, medical writer Dodi Schultz warns young women that they may be the unknowing victims of hypertension: the leading cause of heart failure and other dysfunctions too actuarial to mention. She also offers some sound advice on how to detect haywire blood pressure and avert sudden death. But taking tranquilizers isn't a good way: they just help you dig being tense. R. V. Cassill's story The Sensualist is also about hearts- in the old-fashioned sense. Is it still possible for two people to fall in love? And, if so, with each other? Yes, romanticizes Cassill, the prolific critic, lecturer, essayist, and novelist-author of over fifty books, including Clem Anderson (Simon and Schuster) and Doctor Cobb's Game (Bernard Geis Associates), the bestselling roman a clef of the Profumo scandal.
Meanwhile in Appalachia, Kathy Kahn is leading the revolt of Hillbilly Women (which happens to be the title of her Doubleday book), whose crushing poverty is matched only by their rage to live. In Kathy Kahn: Voice of Poor White Women, her Viva profile of the fiery organizer and folksinger, Meridee Merzer lays bare the harsh realities of the often sentimentalized hill people's Iifestyle and paints a startling portrait of Kathy Kahn's courageous, uncompromising class war. Merzer, a young veteran rock journalist, has just completed Star Trap, a novel about the price of fame. Which, whatever it is, must surely be demanded of America's Country Queens. Dottie West, Kitty Wells, Donna Fargo, Tammy Wynette, Dolly Parton, and Loretta Lynnregal in manner, form, voice, and box-office returns. Here royal biographer Paula Cabe paints a stunning gallery of the six czarinas of country music, whose stock-in-trade is the twangy projection of female suffering through deceptively simple tunes.
But there's nothing deceptive or simple about the tunes of John Mclaughlin and Carlos Santana-they're about the spiritual life, and rock was never so heavenly before. In this month's Viva Interview by California reporter David Rensin, the amplified apostles speak as never before about their guru, the music business, and other holy topics.
Elsewhere, Hadley V. Baxendale, M.D., Ph.D. (whoever she may be) says I'd Show You Mine If I Had One-an excerpt from her forthcoming Doubleday book which exposes everything from the natural masochism of women to the fraudulence of feminist demands for equal pay. Here the doctor explains what women really want: Just frisky little peters-that's all. Who else would tell you these things? Not Kathrin Perutz: she seems to enjoy being a woman, strange as it seems. Her only problem is Making It With The Kids, whereof she has several, for it seems that whenever she and Mr. Perutz want to share a little carnal knowledge the little nippers are absolutely everywhere. It's no wonder she resorts at times to writing articles like the present one, as well as producing numerous novels, short stories, and nonfiction: most lately, Liberated Marriage (Pyramid). Finally, Tracy Young, the Village Voice columnist, joins our Last Wor
Exclusive Interview: Carlos Santana, John McLaughlin
Cover Art: Stan Shaffer
The anticlimax of the 1972 Democratic Convention in Miami was, reached when a reporter wondered out loud about the epidemic use of the depressant drug Quaalude among the thousands of peace demonstrators and local ease-takers in the rebel campsite. One youth simply extended a handful of pills and said, "Try one." Today, millions of Americans are washing their nervous systems down, down, down the barbiturate drain. First casually, then compulsively, they gobble up doses not only large enough to quiet a maniac but to quiet him forever. This drug-induced loss of volition is a fad today, frets counterculture-watcher Craig Karpel in Sedative Chic, but it may become an instrument of social control tomorrow.
In The High Blood Pressure Time Bomb, medical writer Dodi Schultz warns young women that they may be the unknowing victims of hypertension: the leading cause of heart failure and other dysfunctions too actuarial to mention. She also offers some sound advice on how to detect haywire blood pressure and avert sudden death. But taking tranquilizers isn't a good way: they just help you dig being tense. R. V. Cassill's story The Sensualist is also about hearts- in the old-fashioned sense. Is it still possible for two people to fall in love? And, if so, with each other? Yes, romanticizes Cassill, the prolific critic, lecturer, essayist, and novelist-author of over fifty books, including Clem Anderson (Simon and Schuster) and Doctor Cobb's Game (Bernard Geis Associates), the bestselling roman a clef of the Profumo scandal.
Meanwhile in Appalachia, Kathy Kahn is leading the revolt of Hillbilly Women (which happens to be the title of her Doubleday book), whose crushing poverty is matched only by their rage to live. In Kathy Kahn: Voice of Poor White Women, her Viva profile of the fiery organizer and folksinger, Meridee Merzer lays bare the harsh realities of the often sentimentalized hill people's Iifestyle and paints a startling portrait of Kathy Kahn's courageous, uncompromising class war. Merzer, a young veteran rock journalist, has just completed Star Trap, a novel about the price of fame. Which, whatever it is, must surely be demanded of America's Country Queens. Dottie West, Kitty Wells, Donna Fargo, Tammy Wynette, Dolly Parton, and Loretta Lynnregal in manner, form, voice, and box-office returns. Here royal biographer Paula Cabe paints a stunning gallery of the six czarinas of country music, whose stock-in-trade is the twangy projection of female suffering through deceptively simple tunes.
But there's nothing deceptive or simple about the tunes of John Mclaughlin and Carlos Santana-they're about the spiritual life, and rock was never so heavenly before. In this month's Viva Interview by California reporter David Rensin, the amplified apostles speak as never before about their guru, the music business, and other holy topics.
Elsewhere, Hadley V. Baxendale, M.D., Ph.D. (whoever she may be) says I'd Show You Mine If I Had One-an excerpt from her forthcoming Doubleday book which exposes everything from the natural masochism of women to the fraudulence of feminist demands for equal pay. Here the doctor explains what women really want: Just frisky little peters-that's all. Who else would tell you these things? Not Kathrin Perutz: she seems to enjoy being a woman, strange as it seems. Her only problem is Making It With The Kids, whereof she has several, for it seems that whenever she and Mr. Perutz want to share a little carnal knowledge the little nippers are absolutely everywhere. It's no wonder she resorts at times to writing articles like the present one, as well as producing numerous novels, short stories, and nonfiction: most lately, Liberated Marriage (Pyramid). Finally, Tracy Young, the Village Voice columnist, joins our Last Wor
