Word: aspic
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...prose crackles with innuendo as the plot quickly becomes as complicated as Edward's mind-and as haunted by ghosts and obsessions. British Author Derek Marlowe, best known for A Dandy in Aspic, pits Lytton's prim England against sensual Haiti, Catholicism against voodooism, the terrors of a feverish imagination against the banality of a tourist's experience. What starts out as a thin, sinister tale ends as a psychological chiller finely wrought for any season...
...finding a place on the dinner table. The toothsome steaks still are often sold to the unsuspecting under such fishy pseudonyms as "steakfish," "grayfish" and "whitefish"; the idea of dining on shark has traditionally been about as attractive to many Americans as eating fried tarantula or sting ray in aspic. But enterprising fish dealers and restaurateurs have found that they can overcome this revulsion by getting people to put shark to the taste test...
...those same jets that bring them so swiftly. They soon are dumped back into the realities of Detroit and New York. But the memories mingle and linger: supreme of pheasant smitane, Rockefeller, Harriman, Dillon, chestnut mousse, Bob Stack, Nanette Fabray, De La Renta, Alsop, filet of salmon in aspic, Cronkite, Swearingen, Humphrey, Schramsberg blanc de noir, Auchincloss. Watching from the dim corners of the old Decatur House on Lafayette Square, where the ladies went for tea, or inside the stately Anderson House, where Sadat the next day returned the White House favors with a dinner, one could see that...
...depart for Venice, where John is restoring a 16th century church. The movie gives a compelling sense of the city not as a romantic tourist spot, but as a cold, purgatorial place, a labyrinth full of mute threat. It is, as one character describes it, "like a city in aspic at a dinner party where all the guests are dead and gone...
...virtuoso in every medium from clay to rubber, from stainless steel to Plexiglas, and his involvement with craft sometimes gives his images a cer tain preciousness. His newest works, The Souls, are slabs of aspic-like silicon gel, none of them bigger than a sheet of typing paper, in which objects are set and, as it were, embalmed. The gel has the disconcerting resiliency of flesh-it feels vulnerable and intimate-while its contents, which may be any thing from a cut-out decal of a rain bow trout to a diminutive plastic air plane, exhale a delicate poetry...