Word: authority
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...night after night, the militant kook from The Bronx and the tireless kid from Manhattan tenements re-create with consuming vitality the remarkable collaboration between blind child and half-blind adult that blossomed in Tuscumbia, Ala. three-quarters of a century ago. So successful are the two actresses that Author Gibson is convinced they transcend the bounds of mere acting. "I've always felt the curtain call was haunted," says Gibson. "A high percentage of the applause is for the people who really lived...
Apart from Major Hall's crochet hooks. the image that lingers longest with the reader is that of poor Ella Haggin on a coconut isle with the ominous thrum of bongo drums in her ear, while the natives chomp raw fish for an appetizer. Author Eliot confides that eventually Ella got a divorce, but otherwise she leaves this and many another story in just the tantalizingly scrappy shape she found it in family memoirs or the gossip sheets of the gilded age. Either because of fellow feeling (she is herself the child of an Anglo-American match and bears...
Jumbo died in 1910, and the golden age of heiresses and coronets went with him. The same year, Mary Pickford became America's sweetheart. As Author Eliot sees it, the events were symbolically linked. The age of society, such as it was, had ended, and the U.S. entered the age of celebrities, such as they...
LADY L., by Remain Gary. A relatively slight and urbane book, but one that the year needed. The British lady turns out to be a reformed French prostitute, and her old anarchist lover is cast as Author Gary's target: a handsome, humorless fellow so bent on saving humanity that he forgets the nature of humans and their occasional indisposition to be saved...
...best love story of the year, involving a grubby Paris background, an unstable German-American heroine and an even more unstable White Russian lover. Author Marsh spells out the simple truth that love is not always a pleasure...