Volume 18, Number 7 · April 20, 1972
Hughes' Tool
By Gore Vidal
Howard, the Amazing Mr. Hughes
by Noah Dietrich, by Bob Thomas
Fawcett, 303 pp., $1.50 (paper)
Is Howard R. Hughes the most boring American? Admittedly, the field is large: over two hundred million of us are in competition. Yet on the strength of this old associate's recent memorial, I am inclined to give Hughes the benefit of the belief I have long held that the more money an American accumulates the less interesting he himself becomes. Certainly there is not much you can do with the fact of someone else's fortune except stare at all those naughts upon the page. Then, naughts aside, Hughes the actual man emanates a chloroform quite his own: the high droning voice, the catatonic manner, the absence of all humor (a characteristic of the very rich American, but here quintessential), the lack of interest in the human, the preoccupation with machinery (yet he is 'a lousy engineer,' according to my father, a long-time aviator acquaintance, and 'a menace as a flier'), the collecting of beautiful and famous women to no vivid end (although feisty Ava Gardner did knock him out with an ashtray), and, of course, the grim eating habits (dinner is always a steak with peas, followed by vanilla ice cream and cookies).
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