Word: sorting
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...programs spaced across the present season; six more NBC specials, including a Tammy Grimes show resulting from her success on Four for Tonight; a series of twelve "classical" mysteries, opening March 31 with Helen Hayes and Jason Robards Jr. in Mary Roberts Rinehart's The Bat; and a sort of living prospectus of Manhattan's Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts (last month Saudek Associates was named the center's exclusive TV producers...
...Picnic on the Ridge. On a glorious night near Santa Fe, a group of artists gathers round a picnic fire. Sloan himself is in profile, holding a coffee cup. His wife kneels just behind him. He summered in Santa Fe, but Sloan worked in Greenwich Village and became a sort of guardian spirit of its artists. Once, from the top of Washington Square Arch, he went so far as to proclaim the Village an independent republic...
...must stop, affix a period and begin a new sentence with "He said . . .", Simon merely drops a comma to catch his breath and continues with "saying . . ." If Simon's chapter-sentences are read quickly, and if the reader does not follow his natural inclination to stop and sort out thoughts and thinkers, the effect can be astonishing. The author skillfully creates a sense of frenzy and foreboding...
Perhaps irked by critics who have patronized him for his ability to write flawless (and endless) dialogue, John O'Hara has lately turned to a more inward sort of conversation-the colloquy a lonely man carries on with himself. The protagonist of his new novel is a rich and solitary Pennsylvania landowner who, past 50, marries an 18-year-old girl and eventually murders her. Why did he do it? For a long time, the reader is not told, while the narrator sifts the aging murderer's memories for the quirks of mind and the twists of fate...
...author has picked a difficult sort of hero, a man whose birth, so to speak, has left him unnaturally sensitive but permanently exhausted. Millhouser has been made thoroughly credible; his character is consistent as far as the reader is able to peer into it. But the view, not deep enough, is too often dull...