By Louise Levitas. New York Star, 22 August 1948, Sec. M, pp. 3–5.
In the winter of 1943, the Army drafted Norman Mailer: age 20; residence, Brooklyn; education, B.S., Harvard, ‘43. The Army got a slight, medium-sized rookie with intelligent eyes in a thin, pointed face—the brainy type, a little incongruous in khaki. “I was,” says Mailer, looking backward five years, “an arrogant, nasty young man. I thought I knew everything.”