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...League of Gentlemen (AFM: Kingsley International). Midnight. A manhole cover lifts hesitantly. Not a soul in sight. The cover slides back and out of the hole pops-tickety-snit! an upper-class Englishman in a dinner jacket. Casually, he shoots his cuffs, slides into his Rolls and glides into this British comedy of misdemeanors-one of the brighter bubbles on the having-wonderful-crime wave (Ocean's 11, Big Deal on Madonna Street, Make Mine Mink, Two-Way Stretch} that has recently flooded the movie markets with felonious...
...death by the "final solution," yet, at certain moments, he is a most ordinary human being. That M. Schwarz-Bart has been able for the most part to combine these two levels of his story successfully is a tribute both to his skill and his diligence--the dust jacket proclaims that this is the sixth version of the novel...
...somewhat difficult: it contains one hundred and twenty-four major characters; it is told from fifty-seven points of view; the narrative voice is sometimes internal and subconscious, sometimes omniscient; time shifts from the present to the future to the prehistoric past in intricate patterns. (According to the dust jacket, Mr. Queensly is already at work on his second book--A Key to The Section Man. It will include a glossary of terms from the fourteen languages which Mr. Queensly employs...
Outside In. Even with a brisk business and social schedule, the President sandwiched in a little outdoor activity in the Kennedy tradition. One morning he put on a plaid sports jacket, some old shoes and an old hat, picked up a snappy walking cane, and hiked through the snow-covered streets of Washington with his Choate roommate, New York Adman K. Le Moyne Billings. Later in the day he stretched his legs again. Hiding behind dark glasses and a grey fedora, he walked almost unrecognized among the skiers and sleigh riders of Battery Kemble Park. This week the White House...
...awful," he says, "to be 34 and look 90?") is on the defensive. He blinks, cracks his knuckles and pulls his hair as he chases worries across his mind: Will the talking records choke off his popularity in clubs? Should he order his next suit with two jacket buttons or one? Onstage he tries his best to ignore the occasional hecklers, but they get under his skin like West Indian chiggers. "I know I'm doing things I shouldn't," he says gloomily, "and not doing things I should; but I don't know what they...