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Groucho Marx
Mr. Vidal

Gore Vidal died yesterday. I hope someone remembered to put a coin in his mouth for the ferryman. He was, make no mistake, not pals with Jesus, and he delighted in tweaking his fellow countrymen on their puritanical obsession with other people's sexual behavior. For this he was anathema to the bovine element of the Republic, who will surely vote to boot him from Heaven if he has the temerity to show up. Better he should keep company with those Romans whom he so much resembled.   To my astonishment, one of my followers on Twitter has never read anything by Vidal, and other friends on Facebook rather sourly object to the accolades being heaped on him. So, as someone who has been...