Word: author
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Meanwhile, Congress has eliminated HUAC in name only. The fact that the Committee took to a pseudonym represents no victory for the liberals, but at least the word "un-American" may begin to disappear from the national lexicon. This prospect, though, does not please Walter Goodman, author of The Committee, who sees HUAC's name as a perverse but lovable piece of Americana. "There is nothing un-American about the Un-American Activities Committee...just as there is nothing un-American about union-busting, anti-Semitism, or the Ku Klux Klan." For all its patriotism and bad meter, "HUAC...
...woman is a divorcee and would forfeit alimony by remarriage. Numerous sages have extolled such liaisons on the familiar ground that older women provide an invaluable education, and are more interesting both intellectually and sexually than any ingenue or debutante. "Boys and girls should leave each other alone," declares Author Stephen Vizinczey (In Praise of Older Women). "Trying to make love with someone who is as unskilled as you are seems to me about as sensible as learning to drive with a person who doesn't know the first thing about cars either." Besides, as Benjamin Franklin remarked...
Died. Cameron Hawley, 63, bestselling author, whose four novels were mainly reflections of his 24 years as a businessman; of a heart attack; in Marathon, Fla. Hawley retired from Armstrong Cork Co. in 1951 to write his first novel, Executive Suite, a simplistic look at high-level corporate intrigue, and followed that with two more variations on the same theme (Cash Mc-Call, The Lincoln Lords), all of which made him far wealthier than most of his business colleagues. He suffered a heart attack in 1962, and his recent novel, The Hurricane Years, is a disquieting disquisition on the physiological...
...metaphoric potential is splendid. Spiders are often deadly-and creative as well, spinning out of their own innards the structures of their salvation. Their lives, which sometimes hang by a thread, are delicately crosswebbed, like our own. The author tactfully does not press such parallels to extremes. Yet she is clearly an accomplished spider herself, capable of weaving metaphysical webs in fiction and enmeshing a whole gallery of ogres, Freudian and otherwise. Like the wily trapdoor spider, which retires to digest its kill behind a neat disklike door attached to its nest, Iris Murdoch is seldom visible, or visibly partisan...
THERE WERE some people inconvenienced recently by the Administrative Board. The Ad Board disallowed their petitions for make-up exams. For some (including the author), the Board's decision was merely an inconvenience. For others, the decision probably constitutes a major academic disaster...