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...show's star, Louis Jourdan, is a very handsome man. He radiates charm and immediately makes the fortune teller seem a very nice chap with a surprising share of sincerity, considering that his line of work involves mulcting the public. Unfortunately, Mr. Jourdan tends toward stiffness. Perhaps it is his incomplete command of the more subtle inflections of English, but in any event, it is not too serious. Felicia Montalegre plays a female lion-tamer with a vigor and grace that fail only when the excitement or anguish of her lines forces her to plunge through them. In smaller roles...
...Koestler admits, and in gratitude affirms that this mild race lives "closer to the text of the invisible writing than any other." No one in Koestler's new home would dream of asking a stranger what France's André Malraux once asked him : "Yes, my dear chap, Apocalypse?" Koestler seems to think that it is always with us, and toward those who ignore it, he can be scathing. Replying to some letters asking whether a description of a mass killing was fact or fiction, Koestler wrote a blast that many readers-many of his fellow intellectuals-will...
...Humus Chap. Geoffrey Cantuar, as he officially signs himself according to ancient custom, is a natural-born conservative-with a small c, since archbishops are not supposed to have politics in public. One day he entered the House of Lords to find an advocate of artificial fertilizer debating a supporter of humus. "I have not the slightest knowledge of the subject," he later admitted, "but instinctively I support the humus fellow against the artificial-fertilizer chap...
...Bertie Wooster, for once apprehensive about the economic future of the British upper classes, has packed himself off to a home-economics school to learn all about cooking, sock-mending and polishing his own boots. Jeeves is on internal lend-lease to William, ninth Earl of Towcester, an amiable chap with "a marked shortage of the little gray cells ... It was generally agreed that whoever won the next Nobel Prize, it would not be Bill Towcester...
Marlowe's latest case drops into his arms when he props up a drunk outside an expensive Los Angeles nightspot. The drunk is a weak-willed chap named Terry Lennox who has trouble accepting the twin facts that his beautiful wife is a nymphomaniac and a millionairess. When she has her skull bashed and "gets dead" a few weeks later, Terry seems the logical suspect, except to Marlowe. After two more violent deaths and some incidental lady-killings by Marlowe, the whole case is tied up very suitably...