People always say that so much money spoils one's life.
The surprise is that Porter never lost his ability to write deceptively simple, delightful songs that enchanted the public and are still treasured by singers. He also never lost his taste for elegant living with valets and dinner parties and fashionable jaunts to Venice and Paris. At the end, however, he was terribly alone. Amiri Baraka delivers a tirade against white jazz critics. Zora Neale Hurston writes about jazz and dance.