Word: aunts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...written five unpublished novels, Tucker hopes to enliven the magazine's high-minded mix of essays, reviews and reportage to draw a younger audience. "It's a damn good magazine with a lot of interesting stuff," he says, "but it's always somebody's aunt who reads it. None of my contemporaries do. I only began reading it after that breakfast...
Stinging Slap. If Ram's resignation was a body blow, the public disavowal of Indira by her aunt, the illustrious Mrs. Vijayalakshmi Pandit, 76, was a stinging slap in the face. Mrs. Pandit, onetime President of the U.N. General Assembly and former ambassador to Moscow, Washington and London, had made no secret of the fact that she disapproved of Mrs. Gandhi's emergency. A fortnight ago she told reporters that although she loved her niece dearly, she would speak out during the campaign "in order that democracy can be put back on the rails in this country...
Died. Edith Bouvier Beale, 81, aunt of Jacqueline Onassis who lived as a recluse in a refuse-strewn, 28-room Long Island mansion with her unmarried daughter Edith, 59, and an army of cats; in Southampton, N.Y. Mother and daughter were nearly evicted in 1972 when neighbors complained. Later they were subjects of a documentary film, Grey Gardens, which some critics felt held them up to ridicule. "Big Edie," however, enjoyed making the film. Said she: "Nobody else wanted to take my picture...
...were pretty unwilling to share what was on their minds with reporters, or at least less willing than George McGovern was in 1972. That's the trouble with a news event--when there's no news, you go visit the leper colony to dig up some protagonist's great aunt. It's not that Reeves is not a good reporter--he is--but just that there was not that much to report, or if there was, nobody was talking. Reeves was in Kansas City, and one wonders why he didn't base the book on that convention, or at least...
About an hour later, Haley discovered what he wanted. "Suddenly I found myself looking down: Tom Murray, Occupation?blacksmith,' and beneath him, 'Irene, M?for Mulatto,' and their children. The youngest was Elizabeth, age six. And that really grabbed me. That was Aunt Liz. I used to sit on her front porch and play with her long gray hair. The experience galvanized me. Grandma's words became real. It wasn't that I had not believed her. You just didn't not believe Grandma. But there was something about the fact that what Grandma had been talking about was right...