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Dates: during 1970-1970
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...White House source insists that "there isn't any direct rein" on Agnew. The closest thing to any sort of curbing came when Nixon obliquely suggested to Agnew that he broaden his topics beyond dissent and the media. Nixon had his own speechwriters send Agnew some material on foreign policy, the welfare program and postal reform; Agnew was duly heard from in public on all three subjects...
...Vanity. The trouble lies in the fact that Gunn accepts Othello's image of himself. That image is one of soldierly simplicity and unflawed purity. On those terms, he is totally undone by lago's villainy. But in reality, he is chiefly undone by himself. A different sort of man would have been immune to lago's innuendos about Desdemona's sexual infidelity and the circumstantial evidence of the telltale handkerchief unwittingly supplied by lago's wife (Jan Miner). Othello succumbs to his panicky jealousy either because he is unsure of himself or of Desdemona...
...with what Ibsen gave her. Eighty years ago, Hedda was a melodramatic innovation; upon her arrival, frigid woman replaced lecherous man as a favorite stage villain. The new fate-worse-than-death, as many playwrights soon realized, was man's castration by this New Woman. Hedda is the sort of female who pushes drinks on a reformed drunkard and burns the only copies of other people's manuscripts. She is, in short, a bitch. Miss Worth knows it, and she takes it from there...
...sent by the State Department on a cultural-exchange junket behind the Iron Curtain. The tableaux of culturecrats in opulent neo-czarist settings undoubtedly come from Updike's memories of his own U.S.-sponsored tour of Russia in 1964. For Bech. the trip proves to be a sort of thinking man's "Mission: Impossible," in which Bech must make his way through the claustrophobic air ducts of Communist literary life...
...Rumania, where he comes to think of himself as "a sort of low-flying U-2," Bech attends an underground cabaret that features an endless number of variety acts, including an East German girl in a cowboy outfit singing Dip in the Hot of Texas. Humor at the expense of literal or imprecise translation is rampant. An admirer slathering to translate Bech into Bulgarian asks, "You are not a wet writer, no. You are a dry writer...