Pop Eye: Ravi and the Teenie Satori
Richard Goldstein, The Village Voice, 5 January 1967
THEY ARE waiting for him in the glass-enclosed library of Asia House, over coffee, cream, and croissants. All the regulars are there: the lady reporter in her tweedsuit uniform nibbles gingerly on a breakfast bun. A tall angular gentleman is delivering his pre-recorded monologue about last summer's visit to Madras. Two Indians in mercantile mufti are warbling metaphysics: "One must live alone to survive in the modern world," one chortles to the other. And a dayglo journalist, lean and oozing television, stops a hostess in swirling sari and demands: "Spell that — will ya?" She answers with a wisp-lisp caress in her voice: "S—i—t—a—r."
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