Word: delight
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Flawed and fragile early novels are often like youthful snapshots: a source of faint discomfort to the author, a delight to the doting fan, and a revealing glimpse into the past. Two such novels have now been issued in the U.S., one by Nancy Mitford, the British author (Love in a Cold Climate) who hates Americans, and the other by Christopher Isherwood, the British author (Prater Violet) who became one. The first is worth noting because of the surprisingly naive notions of its adult author, the second because it marks the jumping-off point in a talented young writer...
Little known to his countrymen, 47-year-old Michel Debré is even less well known abroad-and what Western statesmen did know of him was scarcely calculated to delight them. Short, stocky and black-haired, Debré has the face of an irascible chipmunk, and in the past has often sounded like one. A brilliant lawyer and civil servant before World War II, an organizer of the Gaullist Resistance during the war, Debré after the war became known in the French Senate for his scathing attacks on the leaders of the Fourth Republic, his nationalistic outbursts against European...
...surface, Britain appeared sternly moralistic, with puritanical drinking laws and a prim observance of the Sabbath. But it was also full of men devoted to pleasure and prepared to pay. The Messinas decided that what London vice needed was organization, and they set out to provide it. To his delight, Eugene Messina discovered that it cost no more in legal fines to obstruct a London street with a tart than with...
...Piazza del Popolo has the quality of a good dream about to vanish. The Terrace shimmers, billowing like a veil before the onrush of huge forces. And finally Early Spring, which seems so gentle at first, is heaving, budding, bursting, beckoning, filled with wet splendors and bright pangs of delight...
Amirouche lived in the field with his guerrillas, seldom slept in one place for more than a few hours, eluded French patrols time and again with lightning mobility. As his legend grew, so did his delight in his own prowess. He affected strange headgear, often of black astrakhan, and gripped his men in a discipline of iron. Merciless with Moslems who wavered from the rebel cause, he operated a forest execution plant, where disloyal F.L.N. troops dug their own graves before their throats were slashed. Yet sometimes, with shrewd compassion, Amirouche released kidnaped French settlers after a lecture on nationalism...