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...work of "these chemists who pile up little dots," as Gauguin contemptuously named the pointillists, was to the 1890s what constructivism would be to the 1920s: the house style of Utopian socialism in its various forms. Pissarro was a fervent anarchist, and his dot-crusted scenes of idyllic rural labor (as stylized and unreal, in some ways, as any 18th century pastoral) are attempts, not always successful, to convey an ideal vision of social dignity based on freely shared work. In this he was the heir of Millet as well-though he certainly did not know peasant life as Millet...
...horrifying state (I wonder if Marion will ever work again) of affairs because the dropper's speech and thought patterns are rendered virtually (I do so miss Scott and Zeida) incomprehensible. And as the drops (Things will never let up for Luciano now that he's published) pile up (I'll never forget breakfast with Al and Casper) on each other overwhelming (Sissy has always known how to tell a joke) all other forms of expression, the name dropper's ruin is com-(Charlie and Di are such a perfect couple) plete...
...novelists like Janet Dailey (80 million copies of 57 novels in print) produce eight books a year for a six-figure income. Experience is not necessary. Bestselling Writers Kathleen Wood-iwiss (The Flame and the Flower) and Jude Deveraux (The Velvet Promise) were dis covered in the "slush pile"- the trade term for unsolicited manuscripts...
...fetid air to them--a heedless, languishing cynicism. Noir heroes always talked like they'd been to hell and back and found it was nothing compared to Southern. California. Noir's creed was that we were all small-time punks scheming our way to the top of a garbage pile. L.A. was the setting for a lot of these films--it seemed the logical place of culmination. It was as if we'd pushed the scum in front of us all the way across the continent, and then we ran into the Pacific and it all started piling...
Christine (Cristine Rose) and Léa (Patticia Charbonneau) have been schooled in a convent so that obedience is second nature to them. Their venal mother has farmed them out as domestic servants. In one revealing scene, an early employer flicks through a pile of dinner napkins that Léa has ironed and airily tosses half of them on the floor as insufficiently impeccable. The eventual demise of their present mistress, Mme. Danzard (Anne Pitoniak), is built on such moments, and the murder is a strange admixture of revolt and matricide. Throughout, the play is charged with the alternating...