![]() ![]() That she has will ring a bell with anyone who has followed news stories in recent years about The Paris Review and its covert backing by the CIA, which pulled the noxious strings behind a slew of influential and respected cultural forces in its crusade to defeat “Communist propaganda” in all its imagined forms. ![]() But during the festivities, has she really overheard her Joe warn the New England blueblood who edits Downtown for him that he better toe some mysterious line, “Or you’ll get us… I don’t know… killed?” On the arm of the magazine’s Yalie publisher, Joe Martin, with a byline of her own in Downtown’s first issue (correction: under a male pen name forced on her), she’s come a long way from waitressing for a precarious living. ![]() Smart, pretty Louise Leithauser, an aspiring writer from the wrong side of Westchester’s tracks, has nonetheless set her sights on scaling those heights. It’s a social scene that beckons the young and the talented, the best and the brightest, and, almost exclusively, the Ivy League and male. ![]() In her new novel, The Lunar Housewife, she brackets a big hunk of her story between a magazine launch party in the summer of 1953, where Truman Capote, Arthur Miller, and movie star Rory Calhoun are in attendance, and a funeral reception barely a year later, with the same crowd gathering and Peggy Guggenheim, Norman Mailer, and William Holden paying their respects. Caroline Woods is a nifty literary hostess. ![]()
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