Word: friendlies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Mortally Dismal. Last summer a U.S. friend visited the Hyamses in Molash. Her first words were: "Can't you turn off that disgusting hum? It's so mortally dismal." Overjoyed to find confirmation of the sound, Mrs. Hyams fell on her friend's neck and kissed...
When New Zealand's Sir Edmund Hillary, co-conqueror of Mount Everest, quests for the Abominable Snowman in the high Himalaya next winter, there is an outside chance that he will bump into his wife: Lady Hillary announced last week that she and a female friend will take a mountain stroll on their own this February, trek some 170 miles from Katmandu to Thyangboche over some rugged territory. Discussing her project as casually as if it were a Girl Scout hike, Louise Hillary said: "We intend to climb a ridge or two and have a look at the view...
Irish males prove equally elusive. Mike Groarke, as threadbare as he is arrogant, takes clothes, money and girls from Blay don with the air of an emperor accepting due homage. One moment Groarke is an intimate friend; the next, a malicious intriguer, and the next, a drunkard hitting out with anarchic fury. Just as baffling is upper-crust Palgrave Chamberlyn-Ffynch, who seems only a silly-ass clubman but whose character proves to have as many layers as an onion; hamhanded Jack Kerruish could not be anything more than an amiable athlete-or could he? Coves & Cobbles. Blaydon...
...novel's end, with his nerve ends jumping like a field of grasshoppers, Blaydon flees home to England, to await the next volume of his saga. In parting from his friend-enemy, Groarke, Blaydon says accusingly: "You are Ireland, the same the English have been running their heads into for the past fifteen hundred years." Groarke answers: "No. I'm not like Ireland, I'm like life...
...Behrman's recent seven-part profile on Max Beerbohm, a good-sized short story might have been told in the space it took Behrman just to arrive at his first meeting with Beerbohm, outside Rapallo. William Shawn, Ross's successor as editor, once told a friend over a drink: "The stories just seem to get longer-I don't know...