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...those tempted to come and I live on the Côte d'Azur, I give a warning: avoid Nice, for it is the privileged haunt of the most powerful 'criminal milieu' in the south of France." So writes Graham Greene, the British novelist, who has lived at Antibes, only a few miles from Nice, for the past 17 years. But the French will not be able to thrill to Greene's charges in his new nonfiction book entitled J'Accuse: Portrait of a Delinquent in His Protected Milieu. The appellate court...
...author began to carry a canister of tear gas with him when he was on the Côte d'Azur but proceeded with plans to publish the book until Guy went to court in March, charging that it was libelous. Guy won an injunction banning its publication "under any form...
...carraldo, "believe that the waking world is a fantasy from which we escape into our real life - our dream life." Herzog should know: he was one of 35,000 dreamers at the 35th Cannes Film Festival. For 13 days on the cool but sunny Côte d'Azur, fantasies of art and avarice were spun with blithe disregard for events in the waking world outside. On the façade of the town's posh Carlton Hotel, an electronic ticker tape mixed bulletins from the Malouines (Falklands) with screening schedules for the night's new films...
From the topless beaches of the Côte d'Azur to back packing trails in the Alps, French vacationers last week were enjoying the final moments of their summer holidays. An uncommon number of them, including President François Mitterrand, seemed to have their noses buried in a book. The tome was France's latest rage, a 565-page edition of the apocalyptic predictions of Nostradamus, the Renaissance physician and astrologer. Noted the newsweekly Le Point in a cover story on the sudden French passion for bleak prophecies: "The man of this summer is not Mitterrand, but Nostradamus...
...with the feel of flesh. In some ways, the shapes of Marie-Thérèse, smooth and closed, are like the totemic bone forms of Picasso's grotesque anatomies of the '30s, the projects for immense figure-based sculptures that he fantasized building along the Côte d'Azur. But their whole import is different. There is no dislocation or fear in them: they are, as William Blake put it, "the lineaments of gratified desire." The climate of sexual politics has changed so irreversibly in the past 50 years that one cannot imagine a painter trying such images today...