Word: bastardly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Though without much voice-he classifies himself as a "bastard bari-tenor"-Actor Slezak made the audience laugh almost every time he opened his mouth, particularly at his first-act entrance, when he was bundled in fluttery finery and carried a small live pig (rubber diapered) under his arm. Whatever critics thought of the rest of the performance, no one had an unkind word for Walter. Said he: "Maybe the Met should apologize to me for the mixed reviews; I came out shining like a rose...
...prison director's daughter, a kind of pre-Lolita of coquettish innocence, promises to lead him to freedom but never does; the jailers themselves stage an elaborate comedy only to laugh at his false hopes for escape. His past life emerges as a base and saddening farce-his bastard birth, his sluttish wife, his crippled, oafish children who are not really his. And always there is the maddening Alice-in-Wonderland logic by which it is not he who is victimized but they-his family, his jailers-their regular lives cruelly upset by his tasteless act in getting himself...
Blood on a Shirt. Gemello Minore has other shocks for Monsignor Meredith. The Nerone case is a web only sinful men could spin. There is Aldo Meyer, a Jewish doctor and humanist who plays a reluctant Judas to Nerone. There is Nerone's mistress who bore his bastard son and who nightly kneels before his bloody, bullet-torn shirt. The boy, now a troubled adolescent, is himself the prey in a vicious, sensual tug of war between a neurotic drug-taking contessa and a homosexual English painter. Without Author West's innate good taste, these characters might...
...Taste for Shot. In writing of Jones's shoreside activities, Historian Morison is sometimes nearly as lubberly as was Paul Jones himself, e.g., he is positively precious in describing Jones's squalid love life, once wonders romantically about a Jones bastard: "Did the little fellow die in infancy? Or did he grow up and fight Napoleon under the English flag, or what?" But Samuel Eliot Morison has no peer in writing of war at sea, and nowhere is he finer than in his description of the meeting on Sept. 23, 1779 of Bonhomme Richard and H.M.S. Serapis...
...Basket, Mother -There'll Be No Show Tonight." Another begins: "Early this morning, somewhere in between my orange juice and my No. 1 concubine, I got to thinking about Toynbee Doob . . . He had an extra pinkie on each hand. When Toynbee drank tea he was the politest bastard in the county...