Word: rainbowed
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...often flawed by malice, self-pity or a simple failure to grasp the fact that a book is not always interesting to others because its author is interesting to herself. Lady Diana Cooper escapes these dangers. From the first volume of her three-decker autobiography, The Rainbow Comes and Goes (TIME, Oct. 27, 1958), it was clear that Lady Diana is a natural if artless self-historian. Moreover, she has the great advantage that almost every one-she knows is Someone...
Johnson has not restricted himself to the writing of non-fiction, however. During the thirties he published two novels, Unweave a Rainbow (dealing with "the disappearance of illusion in the process of arriving at maturity") and The Praying Mantis (a murder mystery centered on the anxieties of the killer). At present he is concluding a biography of Sir Walter Scott, which he hopes to finish some time next fall...
This impressive new novel begins as a Midwestern idyl set on a leafy, residential street in Rainbow Center, Ohio. A widow er of 78. Realtor Boyd Mason comes home to the wide-lawned Victorian house he shares with his sister Alma, a spinsterish ex-schoolteacher. Each day is an agreeable carbon of the one before. Boyd grumbles contentedly about Alma's bluntness, stinginess and love of gossip. Alma gets comfortably cross at Boyd's deafness, his lack of interest in scandal, his irritating habit of forgetting to flush the toilet...
...handshakes and a long confabulation behind the grillwork doors of the Soviet Union's Park Avenue mansion.* Old Partisan Fighter Tito was himself living in capitalist splendor on Fifth Avenue, and spent his free time strolling in Central Park or watching the night glitter of Manhattan from the Rainbow Room, 64 stories above Rockefeller Plaza. Not confined like Khrushchev to Manhattan, he motored up to Hyde Park to visit Franklin Roosevelt's grave. Tito even maintained his aplomb after stumbling down a flight of marble stairs while hurrying to welcome Britain's Prime Minister Macmillan. Leaping...
...himself as a journalist, and in his day he was a fairly flamboyant one. In a press era increasingly dominated by blue serge businessman, he has been one of journalism's most vivid personalities. His clothes looked as though they had been cut from a bolt of the rainbow. Brash and profane, he had enough gall to be thrice divided...