Word: raconteur
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...raged on. To his indignation and amusement, the notoriety transcended the art. Last year brought two scandal- tinged biographies of the playwright, who died in 1983. Last week saw the arrival of a far more affectionate event, Confessions of a Nightingale, an ingratiatingly salty impersonation of Williams the raconteur...
Jackson is cherished by colleagues for his talents as a raconteur and his invariable appearance in braces (never suspenders). His eye-catching collection includes pairs with fox-hunting scenes and depictions of disporting nudes. "I wore braces even in combat," says Jackson cheerily. "Once a fop, always...
...Australia, dying a pointless death in a hurricane. Rebecca, the idealist, ends up in a kibbutz, shattered and alone after her son is killed by a bomb in an Israeli café. Jan, the poet, remains in Czechoslovakia. Blacklisted into silence, he commits suicide. As a self-described "raconteur of cynical tales," Danny concludes that the only meaning to life is that there is no meaning. "History that repeats itself is a farce" becomes his fancy way of translating Huck Finn's cry from the heart: "I been there before...
...fact, the result-Travels with Charley-was a charming little book. Benson might well have made his strongest case for Steinbeck as a rambling raconteur, or as a superb short-story writer. 77?^ Red Pony and The Leader of the People live on as classics for the loving precision with which they portray a young boy's painful need to grow up and an old man's passion to recall his youth. If only Steinbeck, an innately modest man, had been more modest as a writer, he might not have been destined to whipsaw himself between the pretentious...
...films are argument enough for his place in movie history. With My Last Sigh, Buñuel allows himself to be seen in another light: as that most engaging of con artists, the raconteur. Reading the memoir is like spending a long, lazy afternoon in his presence. His voice never rises above a murmur. A small smile engages his face as he recalls some long-ago provocation that today scandalizes no one. Now and then he dozes. On one such afternoon this summer, Buñuel nodded off into immortality...