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Presiding over the White House, Roosevelt came to resemble what his father had been, a Hudson Valley squire. He relished sailing on the Potomac. He enjoyed puttering around in a tweed jacket that he had inherited from his father; he eventually bequeathed it to one of his four sons. He was squirishly indifferent to many of the conventional social graces; his wife even more so. He served martinis mixed with Argentine vermouth. They were, one visitor recalls, "about the color of spar varnish." The President liked wild game and carved it expertly, so admirers regularly sent him venison and antelope...
...naive of the day-to-day workings of government. He distinguishes clearly among the various characters who hustle through the long cool halls of Senate office buildings: youngsters on the make, veterans clinging to a particular committee or legislator, women struggling against traditional sexism, journalists and lobbyists tugging on jacket sleeves. The scenes are all set correctly, whether in the hip Old Ebbit Grill or the venerable Hay Adams dining room. Most everyone talks about the Redskins and wears seersucker suits in the summer...
Adam S. Cohen's review of The Pope's Divisions: The Roman Catholic Church Today by Peter Nichols was so blatantly anti-Catholic that I have no choice but to respond. Mr. Cohen reveals his bias immediately when he says, "the book's dust jacket...features two Catholic clergymen praising the book's analysis," and implies 'we should therefore conclude the book to be full of lies. Apparently Mr. Cohen still views the Church as a bunch of sinister wizards plotting to take over the world from the Vatican, a view which even most Protestant fundamentalists no longer hold...
...With Andy Rooney, I got myself all geared up to rag on it--to just lay in to the guy with every sarcastic thing I could think of. But when I sat down at the typewriter, I just didn't have the heart. I looked down at the book jacket and saw that doughty, frumpy Mr. Rooney, surrounded by that cluttered old office of his, looking back up at me with a quizzical half-smile that seemed to say "Hello, friend, let's talk about paper clips. And what about pencil erasers? Mine always rip the paper. Do yours...
This is a time of startling directorial innovations in opera. Patrice Chéreau's controversial Bayreuth staging of Wagner's Ring cycle (1976) featured Rhine maidens frolicking near a hydroelectric dam and Siegfried wearing a dinner jacket. But what Brook has done goes beyond accepted notions of radicalism. Essentially, he has recomposed Bizet's masterpiece, discarding whole sequences, changing the order of arias, even putting the overture near the end. The implicit arrogance of all this does not trouble Brook. "Opera is not a musical contract on paper, something between attorneys," he says. "The whole essence...