Word: ambler
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...this seems like something out of Ian Fleming, or at least Eric Ambler, it is not far removed. But drama has always marked the life of Cabot Lodge. In an era when "image" is the politician's most priceless commodity, Lodge has image to spare...
Kilson grew up in a little factory town outside Philadelphia. "Ambler, P.A.," he recounts proudly, "was, in those days, the world's second largest producer of asbestos textiles. And since there weren't too many Negroes around, the town was pretty good to us." Kilson's father was a Methodist pastor who ministered to the Ambler Negro community, most of whom were "low-down folk." But the Rev. Mr. Kilson didn't mind. "He wasn't the kind who preached at 'em; instead, his church swung with 'em. And there's a difference, you know...
...young Kilson left Ambler for Lincoln University, a Negro school in southeast Pennsylvania. The mystique of "Negritude" provided the campus with a distinctive flavor, making middle class students face up to something which they had previously wanted to cut out of their lives-the Negro's history. "Of course, Negritude is a romantic notion," Kilson admits, "but from it you can learn that Negroes share a culture. This means that individual Negroes should care about each other...
...that took at least 1,200 lives and left an estimated $500 million damage. Last week, faced by his devastated people, Fidel Castro tried to give them something else to talk about by finding a new cause against the U.S. In two separate TV talkathons, Castro spun an Eric Ambler tale of arms smuggling, sabotage raids and mystery ships, and accused the U.S. of waging "an undeclared war" on Cuba...
Spies & Vanishing Briefcases. For decades the Orient Express served as grist for the mills of novelists (e.g., Agatha Christie, Graham Greene, Eric Ambler), who conjured up (a) fur-wrapped beauties from Hungary in conspiratorial conversation with spies in the corridor, (b) muffled sobs in the next compartment, or (c) vanishing briefcases. The only things that ever really vanished were the good service and the passengers. By the 1920s most of the lush old cars had been replaced with stern steel models, and the porters wore drab brown, offering special attention only when the palm was well greased with hard currency...