Word: siberia
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rest of the first side, graced by tunes like "Russian Roulette, 1st and 2nd movement"--the story of a Russian archduke who rides across Siberia, plays Russian roulette, dies and rises again from the dead. The death is heralded by crashing chords from Hubbard's piano, the ascension by a rising run on the bouzouki. As "Russian Roulette" gives way to "Dream #23," Clarke--in his sole appearance on the album--gives a grim picture of war-wracked Stuart England. His bass conveys depression and despair by a simple, minor sequence. Hubbard tries to flesh out the piece by drastically...
DIED. Joel Sayre, 78, maverick reporter and screenwriter; of a heart attack; in Taftsville, Vt. At 16, Sayre left college to join the Canadian army for World War I service in Siberia. After graduating from Oxford, he covered Gangster "Legs" Diamond and the underworld for the New York Herald Tribune. In 1933 he published Rackety Rax, an uproarious satire about football and the Mob, and followed it to Hollywood, where it became a film and he became a scriptwriter on such classics as Gunga Din and Annie Oakley...
...concentrate all my inner resources, find everything good in my soul, and try and get a little closer to the image of that remarkable man of genius." Yevtushenko does not want to act again. But he is eager to direct a film, preferably one with the same boyhood-in-Siberia theme as his first novel. He'll probably hold out for points...
...infidelity. The Russian poet, who conducted his life as hyperbolically as he composed his verse, complained in "The Backbone Flute" that Lili's lips were "a monastery hacked out of frigid stone" and her eyes "the gaping hollows of two graves." Condemned by her coldness to the Siberia of the heart, he wrote...
...supports change toward greater pluralism in and among societies." Moreover, he said, "that we have the power to destroy other nations does not mean we have a right or a need to control them." Brezhnev continued to be in good humor. Imbibing freely, he told stories about hunting in Siberia and the Georgian Republic for deer, elk and rabbits. "I'm a very good shot," he boasted. His colleagues nodded in agreement, murmuring "Da, pravilno [yes, that's right...