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...cement path adorned with Oriental mountains, and climbs a porch whose walls are filled with the birds, bears and skunks of Yellowstone National Park. He passes through a Mount Fuji screen door and walks upon upside-down rugs that glow with still lifes. He sits in a leatherette armchair covered with a rushing river in an idyllic field of gold, and rests his feet upon a footstool that depicts a deep green forest. On the ceiling, he sees snake-infested pagodas, grass huts and beguiling maidens. In the kitchen, the refrigerator door opens onto another pastoral scene; the garbage...
...intense though never acknowledged, between an autobiographer's impulse to confess and his impulse to self-justify. With a kind of death grip, Sajer holds on to his reader, simultaneously appealing to him for absolution and denying his right to judge. He pictures the reader sitting in an armchair by the fire, curled up in a comfortably moral position. Out of anguish, out of arrogance, he pulls him down into his hell. What he is finally saying is: Don't judge...
Despite a Teutonic tendency to grandiloquence and repetition, Sajer is brutally effective. He puts lice on that armchair reader, gives him an empty belly, and sticks him in a frozen mudhole. He loses him in the endless space of that "accursed Russian plain." He makes him feel the ache of the Russian winter, 35-40° below zero-the temperature at which, when a soldier urinated, three or four of his fellows thrust their cracked hands under the stream for momentary warmth...
...love-hate relationship with the motion picture viewing audience, scolding an "out" director like Huston for attempting to insure their recognition of the tensions in Reflections in a Golden Eye, but scolding them when they fail to show up for the latest Bresson. The enemy is everywhere; thus does armchair iconoclasm reach new heights of tired antagonism...
...affluent and progressive suburban high school. It is easy to understand why the BSO's press officers like to have him act as a spokesman for the orchestra: he has a pleasant, reassuring manner and a way of keeping in control of interviews. Sitting in a comfortable armchair in a Symphony Hall anteroom, he seems to actually enjoy being asked the same old questions once more. (As we talk, two Symphony Hall employees pass through. "Oh Joey," says the first, "are you being interviewed? " And to me, "Be sure to write that he's groovy. The staff loves...