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...there must be some adults who were happy kids, and occasionally a writer is bold enough to stand and be counted. English Poet Laurie Lee made no bones about the joy of his poverty-stricken youth in The Edge of Day (TIME, March 28). Now Marcel Pagnol, a French Academician and man of film and theater (Fanny, The Baker's Wife), writes with uninhibited pleasure of a Provence boyhood. By his account, it was so lacking in bitterness that, to Freudian critics, it will seem downright square...
...scholar then proceeds to drop all the double counting out of Soviet output from 1928 on and after somewhat sketchy calculations sets his own revised growth figures. The Soviet habit of multiple counting, he finds, has grown rather than abated over the years. By Academician Strumilin's tables, Soviet industrial output grew threefold between 1945 and 1956, not fourfold as official figures state. And net growth from...
...found near by. No matter: word arrives that another cousin is coming. It all sounds like an insane parody of bedroom farce, but Playwright Sagan wrote it with skill, wit and a minor wisdom as dry as an eight-year-old fig leaf. Virtually all the critics, including hoary Academician Frangois Mauriac, praised Chateau. Dissenters could point to an occasional over-cleverness and seize on one of Sagan's lines for their text. "Intelligence has become a terrible thing in our time," notes one character, perhaps speaking of the author. "It torments you, it irritates others, it convinces neither...
...admirers gathered around newsstands, not quite knowing what they were waiting for. One by one the celebrated names of French literature poured out their stunned tributes. Author Camus, 46, France's (1957) Nobel prizewinner, had been killed in a speeding sports car. "A stupid death," cried one Academician bitterly, but somehow nothing could have seemed more in keeping with the vision Camus had had of his time...
...second trip brings him a Ph.D. degree, and a third a lifetime supply of that scholarly formaldehyde, tenure. Surprisingly, his life as an aborigine (he is accepted as a Dang) makes considerably more sense to him than his hollow existence as an academician. The savages consider him a master prophet, and he is on the point of believing it himself when, like a paddle ball on a rubber cord, he is snapped back to civilization. The irony is delicately put, and Satirist Elliott leaves no doubt as to which society he is shaving with his razor's edge...