Steven Spielberg
June, 1975
To look at Londoner Ralph Steadman's book of drawings, America, you'd think he'd seen only awful things in this country. "Not at all," he says. "There was a certain shock. But I was looking for something to put my hang-ups on." Steadman, however, swings wildly from enthusiastic praise of some of the qualities he's seen here ("One morning in Brooklyn Heights we missed the garbage men. They were already down the road, but they came back and got our garbage. That knocked me...
