Word: adler
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Cries and whispers punctuated the sweltering heat from East Hampton to Greenwich Village last week, as members of the New York literary Mafia exchanged notes on their crowd's bloodiest case of assault and battery in years. The perpetrator: New Yorker Writer Renata Adler, 41. The victim: fellow New Yorker Writer, Film Critic and 1974 National Book Award Winner Pauline Kael...
Kurt Herbert Adler, 75, is one veteran opera maestro whose tempos are non ritardando. Just six months ago he became a grandfather for the first time, courtesy of Son Ronald. Now the director of the San Francisco Opera has again become a father. Adler was conducting a concert in Iceland when word came that his second wife, Nancy, 35, had borne him the first child of their 15-year marriage. Sabrina Sif (after the Nordic fertility goddess) Miller Adler is already showing performing promise. "She's a camera ham, and her voice is strong and healthy," says Dad. Adds...
...very simple for young writers to emphasize style in a way that excludes social content. It is very simple for them to copy the slick New York Establishment--Mailer, Updike, Barthelme, Adler, and so on. I am not advocating a reductionist "socialist realism." I am advocating a transcending of solipsistic subjectivity. I am advocating a thoughtful search for a style that will encourage understanding of the political choices that face us daily. So, as a literary critic, I find Attanasio's piece unoriginal, everly self-conscious, slick...
...record the preparations in a funny, breezy documentary, Opening NightThe Making of an Opera. The camera roams in wig shops and rehearsal rooms, where Baritone Norman Mittelman after fluffing a line complains that the composer wrote it wrong. At the shaky dress rehearsal Kurt Herbert Adler, 75, the company's director, notes, at that late hour, that the chorus is posi tioned so that ticketholders on the right cannot see the action in a big scene...
Pavarotti arrives at the administrative offices swathed in desert robes. He strokes the astonished Adler's hair affectionately and then drinks the director's coffee. When he protests, Pavarotti says mildly that it is his coffee. The stage, the opera, the fans are his coffee too, and he knows it. He is in superb voice. Adler murmurs, "When Pavarotti sings like this, a compliment is not enough...