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...feelin' 'bout half-past dead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Down to Old Dixie and Back | 1/12/1970 | See Source »

...scene, the result being a tremendous number of disconnected short sequences which leave one with no sense of what one character is trying to do or be in relation to the next, or any sense that what they are doing was once (in Heinrich Boil's novel Billiards at Half-Past Nine) a plot...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Les Enfants De Bazin | 7/22/1969 | See Source »

Postwar German fiction has its mea culpa school, its black-humor crowd and its how-did-it-happen-to-us hand wringers. Heinrich Boll (Billiards at Half-Past Nine) constitutes a school of his own. His writing skills seem at first oldfashioned, but they always turn out to be just right for hitting his targets: hypocrisy, his countrymen's haste to forget the Hitlerite period, the greed of the fat-cat crowd. In this short caper, set in today's Rhineland, a German army Jeep is burned by an intelligent young soldier with the active help...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Short Notices: Mar. 29, 1968 | 3/29/1968 | See Source »

...Americans of any age seem far less ready to defer gratification. Protracted courtship or drawn-out seduction never seems to have appealed to the American male, for whom Stendhal's celebrated ten-year wait to achieve success with the wife of a Milan shopkeeper ("On Sept. 21 at half-past eleven," the novelist noted in his journal, "I won the victory I had so long desired") might appear something of a waste of time. American lovers are usually accused not only of wanting to win but of not exploiting their victories patiently enough-perhaps in part misguided by Kinsey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: ON PATIENCE AS AN AMERICAN VIRTUE | 3/25/1966 | See Source »

...funny. Paul Ford needs only Paul Ford. His face is in perpetual mourning; he can bat out a laugh by not batting an eye. His body is always on the point of settling, like a house. His mind works like a stopped clock, and the time is half-past McKinley. Indeed, part of what makes him so phenomenally droll is the sense that three or four entire generations have passed him by and left his features mottled in nonplused fury...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Dour Delight | 3/18/1966 | See Source »

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