His hands noodle out a few bars from Gershwin's Concerto in F; then the man in the crumpled suit says: "This is Oscar Levant speaking. It's an identification that I have to make because I suffer from amnesia." Twice a week, in a pint-sized studio at Hollywood's KCOP-TV, Levant snaps at his guests, snarls at the camera, squints at the "20 outpatients" of his audience, sneers at his sponsors, scowls at the world, sits at his piano, twitching, squirming, blinking, playing. Says he: "I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of...
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