Two items: an ANS on an off-white 7.25 x 10.5 sheet, in full: "Dear Mr. Stiller, Alas, I have no pictures of myself, but I enclose my best wishes, Tom Wolfe," who integrates his signature within a sketch of a vortex, and adds the date below: "June the first 1986"; and a typescript containing the opening paragraph from Wolfe's short story "The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby," one page, 8.5 x 11, signed in the upper portion in blue ink by Wolfe. In part: "The first good look I had at customized cars was at an event called a 'Teen Fair,' held in Burbank, a suburb of Los Angeles beyond Hollywood. This was a wild place to be taking a look at art objects—eventually, I should say, you have to reach the conclusion that these customized cars are art objects, at least if you use the standards applied in a civilized society. But I will get to that in a moment. Anyway, about noon you drive up to a place that looks like an outdoor amusement park, and there are three serious-looking kids, like the cafeteria committee in high school, taking tickets, but the scene inside is quite mad. Inside, two things hit you. The first is a huge platform a good seven feet off the ground with a hully-gully band—everything is electrified, the bass, the guitars, the saxophones—and (two) behind the band, on the platform, about two hundred kids are doing frantic dances called the hully-gully, the bird, and the shampoo. In overall fine condition.
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