2011年10月6日星期四

The Twilight of Bob Guccione

He rarely leaves "The House," a vast, vine-covered Upper East Side crypt that is the Rosetta Stone Outlet largest private residence in Manhattan. Confining himself to a modest suite of rooms on the mansions third floor a level from which he will sometimes not stir for weeks on end he sleeps by day and works by night, hunched over a light table in a chaotic, paper-strewn office-garret, poring over slides of naked young women. He is at once a public-relations master and a recluse; a street-savvy cynic and a gullible optimist; a tough-guy heavy and a sensitive artist. At the pinnacle of his power, when he was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, he even dreamed of defying death. Today December 17th, 2003, which happens to be his seventy-third birthday his business is bankrupt, his house up for sale, his personal debt in the tens of millions of dollars.Obituary: Penthouse Founder Bob Guccione Dies at 79He is Cheap Rosetta Stone V3 Robert Charles Joseph Edward Sabatini Guccione, creator of Penthouse, the greatest adult magazine in history. Unlike Playboys airbrushed, schoolboy take on boobs n buns, Gucciones Penthouse made sex look like something that happens between real adults (who werent your parents). Dark, decadent and more elegantly louche than Hugh Hefners magazine ever dreamed of being, Penthouse played bad-boy Rosetta Stones to Playboys perky Beatles. A prime artifact of the glamorously gritty Seventies, Penthouse was the adult magazine that wormed its way into the kinkier recesses of the libidinal subconscious and, arguably, did more to liberate puritan America from its deepest sexual taboos than any magazine before or since. And in its moody visual style and muckraking, conspiracy-theory-heavy journalism, Penthouse Rosetta Stone Greek also happened to be a direct reflection of its complex, unsmiling and mysterious creator. "Bobs a little an-hedonic," says Dick Teresi, former editor of Omni, the science magazine that Guccione published from 1978 to 1996. "Theres a satanic sense, a darkness even a Sicilian darkness that reminds me of all my Sicilian relatives. A paranoia. Playboy has fun-loving girls. But with Penthouse theres a darkness. Well, thats Bob."This article appeared in the April 1, 2004 issue of Rosetta Stone. The issue is available in the online archive.He has always made it a point to leave visitors waiting. Today is no exception. As I wait in the second-floor ballroom of his mansion, I have time to admire the white Icelandic goatskin rug underfoot, the hand-carved tables and chairs, the gilded eighteenth-century piano with ornate candelabras Cheap Rosetta Stone V3 and the full-size mosaic-inlaid indoor swimming pool.

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