Word: artists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...believed by police to have made up to 16 hits as the Mob's West Coast executioner. When the Gambino and Chicago mobsters decided in 1975 to move into the West, they tapped Fratianno as their point man. With their blessing, he recruited Rizzitello, now 50, a handsome stickup artist who migrated to Los Angeles in the early 1960s because he wanted an easy racket and the respect that he had never got from the hoodlums back home. Both were a long time coming, but now he is rising quickly in influence and power. Says a West Coast lawman: "Rizzitello...
...know why I stayed away so long," said Andrew Wyeth, 59, on his first trip to Europe. The artist flew to Paris on the Concorde, caught the floor show at the Lido and strolled around the city. "The intricacy of the buildings fascinates me," he reflected. "It's such a contrast to New England with its simplicity." With the help of Sons Nicholas and Jamie, Wyeth readied himself for the real reason for his visit: his induction into the prestigious Academic des Beaux-Arts. Only the second American painter to receive the honor-the first was John Singer Sargent...
...been sculpting for 18 years. "I guess I just wanted to play around." Among the sculptures: a giant woman pushing a shopping cart, a housewife watching the soaps and chatting on the phone, and a seductive figure lounging on a mattress "a la Molly Bloom," as the artist says. Molly & Co. are up for sale, and Millett hopes that they will be just the thing for a backyard sculpture garden...
Away from the cameras, Chase looks more like a laid-back graduate student than a TV star. His shirt is rumpled, his hair unruly and his eyes filled with mischief. Even in casual conversation, he is a shameless put-on artist, a comic con man negotiating for a laugh. If he wanted, Chevy Chase could probably sell aluminum siding to a roaming wagonload of gypsies...
Still, Tyler is a natural storyteller, and the standard that she has set is so high that even her secondary works are compelling. The uninitiated might prefer a smoother introduction to the Tyler style, starting with Celestial Navigation (1974), the prismatic story of an artist with agoraphobia, or Searching for Caleb (1975), a Baltimore family's hunt for a long-missing relative. Most of her books will be available in paperback editions this year. For the impatient, her short stories irregularly appear in magazines (The New Yorker, Redbook, McCall's). Like such writers as John Cheever and Edna...