cultural shift. The Beats catered to a small, highly literate audience. The Hippies were mass-marketed. Jazz, the musical backdrop for the Beats, gave way to the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane.
As Richard Sumaoang told the story, he preferred the Beats and remained camped out in North Beach, a neighborhood that was becoming rich in history, but drained of the spark that created such literary shake-ups as Allen Ginsbergâs Howl , a book so threatening to the âstandardsâ of âdecentâ Americans that some thought it was an exception to âfreedom of speechâ. The case went to the Supreme Court.
Each of the names that Lang mentioned brought about a wistful smile and a little story. Marshall Hawkes hung around North Beach in the early days, but was never a part of it, according to Sumaoang.
âHe was too materialistic, too practical,â Richard Sumaoang said. âThere was this great fight between Hawkes and a painter named Anselmo about art, but some say it was about love. Hawkes denied being queer, but most people thought he was and Anselmo was just a lustful creature. Theyâre still fighting, I think.â
âWhat about Warfield?â
âHe was a transplanted New Yorker,â Sumaoang said. âThat alone made him superior in his mind. He was never part of anything. He couldnât be. That would mean he would subsume his personality to something larger. A movement, for example.â Sumaoang smiled.
âWhat about Warfieldâs mistress?â Lang asked.
âMarlene? Sheâd have no reason to kill him. The theory was that whatever Warfieldâs estate was â and it was probably only the potential future income on the copyrights because he spent every penny he got â it would go to his wife, unless of course, the wife dies first.â
âYouâre saying if Marlene wanted someone dead it would be Mrs Warfield?â
âYeah, I guess â if.â
âThe wife then,â Lang said.
âWhat changed with his death?â Sumaoang asked. âThatâd be the question I would ask. Elena was his wife through several mistresses, all known to her. She delighted in it. She was Mrs Warfield. That made her a celebrity of sorts. And she enjoyed that. And she didnât have to put up with him, let alone sleep with him.â
Sumaoang laughed.
âDidnât she feel shame? Everyone knew.â
âNot a lot of shame being felt by anyone in that group.â
âThere was a guy named Ralph Chiu. Also on Warfieldâs enemies list.â
âPretty straightforward,â Sumaoang said. âChiu was a political conservative. Some used to say he was very powerful among the Republicans in the city. All twelve of them.â
âJust politics?â
âThere is a rumor that despite all the Italian businesses in North Beach, the Chinese actually own all the buildings. I donât know the specifics but there was some sort of real estate issue between Warfield and Chiu.â
âWhat did Warfield have on Chiu?â
âI donât know the answer to that. But between politics and real estate, progressives and developers, there are some suspicious deals and lots of animosity. Could be that.â
âChiu wasnât part of the North Beach people then?â
âNot in any movement sense. Just like the Italians werenât part of the movement.â
âI thought North Beach was all about the Italians.â
âListen, the Italians, the people who had businesses here, didnât find the likes of us lovable. They were family people. Catholics. Hard workers. We didnât work. We hung around coffee shops and bars. We didnât dress right. We didnât play by the rules. The top Italians here were pretty conservative. In todayâs terms, they were very family values.â
âCan you handle another bottle of water?â Lang asked.
Sumaoang smiled.
âIâll pace