”A quartet of interiors from the objet and bibelot-choked interior of the Saturn Bar on St. Claude Avenue — our first visit was literally breathtaking, and there was the added temporary curiosity of each table being decorated with an ancient and nonfunctioning cash register or adding machine of some sort — put there, we were informed, because they had not yet been moved into the back area. What is one to make of a neighborhood barroom„ with a relatively undistinguished exterior and an arresting tracery of neon and an interesting name that turns out to be such a confusion of the arts of the amateur painter, the taxidermist and the collector of ostensibly valueless small items that turn out, in artful arrangements, to be causes for epiphanous exclamations? Only that is is a Ninth Ward barroom that closes each night around eleven.
The ceiling — a mummy, elderly ceiling fans with dusty blades, a panorama of the galaxy and paintings nailed to the ceiling — there are paintings everywhere in the Saturn (subaqueous scenes, bullfights, swamp scenes, horses in pastures, postcard vistas of all climes, a beggar-thin hand throwing snake-eyes (with a Brueghelian tableaux beneath of a shark about to gobble a smaller fish), cemetery scenes, symbolic portraits that might have been dreamed up by a cockeyed Redon); what is beneath the ceilings is no less bizarre — an Escorial of the bibelot — madonnas made entirely of glitter, a sea turtle mounted on the wall outlined in neon with, across its shell, the alluring word “Candy.” Perhaps the most hallucinatory terrain efor a cocktail ever conceived, carried out ruthlessly according to one of the most arcane Ninth Ward cosmologies ever to lurk beneath such a deceptively, preposterously ordinary exterior.”
— Jon Newlin/D. Eric Bookhardt (possibly earlier, but first book publication 1979, “typos” from the text)
“He closed by outlining “M-theory,” which is based partly on ideas put forward years ago by another famed physicist, Caltech’s Richard Feynman. Hawking sees that theory as the only big idea that really explains what he has observed.”
Ginette Garcin - “Les Pescadous”