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...tacked signs marking the completion date on every building; ten-story ministries rose in 45, 36, even 28 days. More than 5,000 miles of road, most of it straight as a pencil, stretched out to São Paulo, Belo Horizonte, Fortaleza, and even across the jungle to Belém at the mouth of the Amazon. Morbidly afraid of dark rooms, elevators and airplanes, Niemeyer endured agony on his frequent plane trips to the capital ("It's shameful, but I can't help it"). He finally moved to Brasilia, where he dropped...
...keep a crucial lunch date with Louis B. Mayer, how he was signed to replace Ezio Pinza in South Pacific but could not face the tedium of nightly performances on Broadway. "During the five years I was married to Zsa Zsa Gabor," he confides, "I lived in her sumptuous Bel Air mansion as a sort of paying guest." Communicating with Zsa Zsa was never easy, since she seemed to do almost everything under a hair dryer. But once she did come out long enough to recommend a good analyst for poor darling George. "In due course he not only cured...
...resident high school teacher in Santarem, 400 miles west of Belem, for five years, with plans to return, I am delighted to refer those interested in my trip to your summary and (for me) nostalgic views of such colorful cities as Belém and Manaus...
Silent Night, Lonely Night (by Robert Anderson) tells of two people in a New England inn on Christmas Eve. Strangers in adjacent rooms-Barbara Bel Geddes has a son in a prep-school infirmary near by, Henry Fonda a wife in a mental sanitarium up the hill-they come together out of loneliness, are at first trivially autobiographical, then more and more confidingly so. They have a drink with newlyweds, look back on marriage that has come to grief, resist pity and show twinges of self-pity, talk of love and resist sex. The woman, it turns...
...author of Tea and Sympathy has written a kind of Elegy in a Country Bedroom, an evening-long unburdening of troubled hearts and sluicing of wistful memories. Much of it is honestly evocative and well expressed. A sensitive Henry Fonda and an appealing Barbara Bel Geddes do well by it. But beyond suffering crucially as a play from all lack of movement, Silent Night suffers equally as a conversation piece from overstretching a mood. That bedeviler of the mood piece, monotony, more and more scatters his poppies. Valid feeling comes more and more to seem watered or sugared...