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Dates: during 1970-1970
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Chancellor Young, who opposed last fall's attempt to oust Miss Davis, clearly subscribes to the principle that a teacher's political beliefs are of concern only to the teacher. "I'm not saying we ought to have Communists teaching in the university," he explains. "What is at issue is whether or not a person can be appointed on the basis of what the university community-supported by the courts-feels to be appropriate criteria." Among those criteria, says Young, are the individual's knowledge, quality of preparation and teaching ability-plus such "attributes of character...
When Young steps before the regents late this week, he will have several tactical ploys open to him. He could declare the case so extraordinary that only the regents can make the decision-an unprecedented ceding of his authority. Or he could argue that Miss Davis should remain on the faculty until the case is adjudicated: the regents are, in fact, appealing the superior court's finding of unconstitutionality...
...Workshop. Many of Orton's jokes are the kind told in mixed company only after several drinks. But the man had a machine-gun wit that he leveled on pomposities, pretensions and do-good liberal cant of any kind. Sample burst of fire: Mrs. Prentice: "What's Miss Barclay doing in the therapy workshop?" Dr. Prentice: "She's making white tar babies for sale in color-prejudice trouble spots...
...such familiar dystopian details, Intensive Care has little in common with the average science-fiction novel, far more with social-commentary-as-critique such as Orwell's 1984 and Butler's Erewhon. It is rich in cultural context, metaphor and literary allusions. Like old European nursery rhymes, Miss Frame's dialogue disguises underlying horror with a lilting surface. Characters compulsively chase their dreams back to the nightmare garden where Miss Frame magically transforms personal obsessions into her climactic vision of general apocalypse...
...seen as the tragic lengths individuals and societies will resort to in order to prevent the obliteration of their identities or collective memories. The great fear is that of being stranded in a void, of being so alone that one's very existence is in doubt. As Miss Frame expresses it in the poetry that threads the novel: "It is the company of weather I crave in this weatherless room/the thermometer reads me only." In the Waipori of the future, the problem of establishing existence would be even more terrifying. If a plastic tree topples into the vinyl grass...