Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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■ The assignment: To find out what Bobby Darin, the controversial, muchwritten-about singer, is really like. The place: Bobby's home, in Lake Hiawatha, New Jersey, thirty-five miles from New York City, where he lives with his sister, Mrs. Nina Maffey; her husband, Charlie ; and their three children — Vivi, sixteen; Vana, twelve; and Gary, four. The time: A Saturday morning, a few weeks ago. . . . "He's asleep — in there," Bobby's sister said, as she tiptoed us through the living room and into the kitchen, pointing to a door along the way. "But don't get him wrong. He's THE SMALL WORLD OF MR. BIG not doing this because he doesn't want to talk to you, or to make a bigshot effect. A phony my brother is not — no matter what some other people say and write about him. It's just that his plane was six hours late and he got in a little while ago, and the way he looked — he needed to get to bed for a while. But he'll be up soon." "And you know what he'll do?" asked a girl, seated at the kitchen table, looking through a batch of letters, obviously fan mail arrived that morning. "He'll come out here all groggyeyed, with nothing (Continued on page 68)