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Directed by MARCEL OPHULS Screenplay by MARCEL OPHULS and ANDRÉ HARRIS
...women with a cookbook and another picture of a model being ogled by the co-chairmen of a benefit fashion show. On the same day, the much larger "Style" section of the Washington Post offered, among other things, profiles of Chou En-lai and Mao Tse-tung excerpted from André Malraux's Anti-Memoirs, a crisp review of a television appearance by five wives of Cabinet members in which the reviewer called for "liberation" of these women, and a review of Haim Ginott's book, Teacher and Child...
Even while it was going on, the Long March lay on the edge of myth. No one has done much to reduce its mythic content. In her own book called The Long March, Simone de Beauvoir made it an elaborate Gallic metaphor for revolution, while André Malraux (who got Mao to tell him about it in 1965) used it, in his non-biography An-timemoires, mostly as an excuse for some very elegant prose. Dick Wilson, an editor of the Singapore Straits Times, has modestly tried to assemble a straightforward account based on Chinese sources, scrupulously avoiding conjecture...
...empty colonnades fascinated the Surrealists and became one of the inspirations of their movement. René Magritte and Salvador Dali were both De Chirico's debtors; Yves Tanguy resolved to be a painter only after seeing an early De Chirico in a dealer's window in 1923. André Breton, the pope of Surrealism, hailed him as one of the "fixed points" of the new sensibility. But then De Chirico's own aims switched, and the admiration was reversed. Hardly anyone in 50 years has had a kind word for De Chirico's later output...
Edouard Vuillard was not a simple painter, and his subtle, qualified vision endeared him to some of the most complex minds in France. "Too fastidious for plain statement, he proceeds by insinuation," André Gide wrote of him in 1905. "There is nothing sentimental or highfalutin about the discreet melancholy which pervades his work. Its dress is that of everyday. It is tender and caressing, and if it were not for the mastery that already marks it, I should call it timid. For all his success, I can sense in Vuillard the charm of anxiety and doubt...