Word: work
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...paint with, and his materials have ranged from broken glass to rusty nails. He has even cut up his own canvases and pasted the pieces higgledy-piggledy to make up an "assemblage." Should the pieces become unglued and move a bit, so much the better, for that showed the work had a life of its own. To Dubuffet, every painting is "a landscape of the brain"-a "disorder of images, of ... facts purely cerebral and internal-visceral perhaps...
...spite of himself, Dubuffet has at times achieved a sort of beauty-the warmth of a mellow brown-red, the haunted look of some of his globular spooks. But essentially his work cannot be judged by the eye, for he insists that he is addressing the mind. And if the mind reels, that is just the effect Dubuffet wants. "A work of art," says he, "must have a significance so profound, so universal, so numerous and diverse, that each can drink from it the liqueur that he likes. Never explained (to explain would be to exhaust), never totally deciphered...
...pleasant resemblance to the lad. As a boy. Updike wanted to be a cartoonist for Disney or The New Yorker, and after Harvard he studied drawing at Oxford. He no longer draws or paints but is acute enough to know that his writing "is excessively pictorial." He began sending work to The New Yorker at 15, but it was not. until seven years later that the editors took both a poem and a story and offered him a job besides. For two years, he worked as a "Talk of the Town" writer, left in 1957 because he had his fill...
...Updikes live in a 17th century house in Ipswich, Mass., where their three children and those of the neighbors maintain an innocent bedlam. To escape it, Updike works in a room "in a sort of slum" in the center of town, is "sufficiently Protestant about trying to work every day." He admits that advance readers see his Rabbit "as a kind of beast, almost a satiric creation," but he denies being a satirist and refuses to take sides for or against his character. Is Rabbit a common American type? In some ways, says Updike, but "I don't really...
Coward returns to Harry's wicked island, or one just like it, in what turns out to be, surprisingly enough, this all-round entertainer's first novel, written at 60. Years have passed, and less corruptible missionaries have done their work in Samolo.* The natives now dine on the tourists' bounty, not on the tourists. In fact, the place has become so civilized that it possesses a Royal Governor, a fairly intricate gin-drinking plantocracy, and is an important enough bastion of empire to occasion a visit by Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip...