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Buttermilk Sky. Horse Heaven Hill, "the new 1959 Zane Grey novel," will bring instant recognition from the fans of such vintage Grey as Wild Horse Mesa and Riders of the Purple Sage. The prose clomps along on two-by-four stilts ("There was completed in his mind a resolve to go down into Idaho, when opportunity afforded"), and the dialogue echoes a tin-plated ear ("If you think I'm wonderful and if I think you're wonderful-it's all really very wonderful, isn't it?"). Instead of speaking their lines, characters "vouchsafe" them; they...
...Heaven Hill is No. 63, and graves the same message as all the rest on the writer's literary headstone: Here lies Zane Grey, a romantic dentist from Zanesville, Ohio, who went West as a young man. There he became a master at extracting the purple from the sage...
...York stage debut. An avid Twain buff since college days, TV Actor (Grayling Dennis on the CBS serial The Brighter Day, for six years) Holbrook has expertly culled Twain's speeches, autobiography and stories for his program. What emerges is no mellow dodderer, but a caustic sage brimming with skeptic laughter...
...larger drama. The western is really the American morality play, in which Good and Evil, Spirit and Nature, Christian and Pagan fight to the finish on the vast stage of the unbroken prairie. The hero is a Galahad with a six-gun, a Perseus of the purple sage. In his saddlebags he carries a new mythology, an American Odyssey that is waiting for its Homer. And the theme of the epic, hidden beneath the circus glitter of the perennial Wild West show, is the immortal theme of every hero myth: man's endless search for the meaning...
...eight months, with Negro Writer William Attaway and Negro Actor Ferman Phillips, Belafonte operated an eatery in Greenwich Village called the Sage. Says Harry: "I did the cooking in the window. All kinds of people flocked in-folk singers, junkies. We gave them hash. If you were lucky, we threw an egg on it." Afterhours, Belafonte and his pals started to organize a folk-singing group. Says Attaway: "We wouldn't even open the door unless we needed somebody. The guy would rap, and we would open up and say: 'O.K., we need a bass, you can come...