The Glass Teat
Language: English
Pages: 276
ISBN: 1497643031
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Open Road and Edgeworks Abbey, Ellison’s company, are proud to make this first volume of fifty‑two outspoken columns widely available. Do not miss the second volume, The Other Glass Teat.
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Mink. Next New Year’s Eve, I think I’ll take up drinking. 15: 17 JANUARY 69 Even as the sixty-seven foot carnivorous plant aphid advances on Mona Freeman, somewhere to the north of her in the intricate subway system of Hokkaido, Rod Cameron and his specially hand-picked assault force of shock troops, equipped with chemical spray-throwers filled with the last of the pyrohexachlorinate-dyaluminaoxysulphazynamine formula created by John Beal at the cost of his life, hurry to her rescue. As they
in front, not only to puff my own shaky ego, but to prepare you for a sort of running diary I intend to introduce into this column. From time to time I’m asked by friends, fans of this column, and aspiring tv writers, what the System is like. What it takes to sell a tv script. What the working conditions are like. How heavy the censorship gets to be. A myriad of questions it would take a week to answer. Or the contents of a running diary. This week I got a job. I’ll be scripting a ninety-minute
momma mammary we call The Tube. (Marvel, gentle readers, at the cultural shorthand: The Pill, The Man, The Tube. You can only use that kind of shorthand when you’ve got one, only one of each, and everyone knows it. Yeah: The Establishment.) I want to ask the right questions, because every time I leap into learned discussion with my straight-shooting, clear-thinking contemporaries or adversaries, they whip it on me that there is no concerted war against dissent in this country, and sure as hell
deep south state, hmmm?), his political activity and his relationship to his 24-year-old daughter, Julie Sommars. (Having seen Julie Sommars, were this not Blandsville TV, Inc., we might make some interesting conjectures as to their relationship, but, well…) And… On the press handout I received from Don Fedderson Productions, listing their two already established shows, Family Affair and My Three Sons, I found word of a new Fedderson project, a classic of originality, whose bold new directions
or those who deliver the news. Several friends of mine who work for CBS News here in Los Angeles have confided off-the-cuff that it appalls them, the manner in which the outrage of the minorities is presented. In private they’ll say it, but they haven’t the balls to actually do anything about it. They won’t make protestations to their superiors, they won’t make statements to the newspapers, they won’t back up their hideous parlor-liberalism with anything but muted whispers to activists they milk