Word: booked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Three months after the war, the Scottish people presented to the President a nine-room apartment on the castle's top floor. Visiting the place in 1951, Mamie Eisenhower had said: "It's like a fairy tale-the kind we read about in Grimm's story book." Now, greeted by the Marquess of Ailsa and the Earl of Weymss and March, the President rolled into Culzean to rest up. "No one." said one of the Scotsmen in polite warning, "will bother him or fuss...
...seen more of history than most men, and recorded so much of it that immunity to ordinary feeling might seem a natural result. But his time, too, has come to write, and he has put pen to paper with simple eloquence in More Than Meets the Eye, a book that underscores his camera work with emotions that many a more practiced writer would find difficult to control...
...Ruse for Life. For a photographer, this is a remarkable book in one respect: there is not a picture between the covers. It is a book of memories and responses-to men dying on a dozen fronts, to crushing defeat and stirring victory, to sights that stretch a man's capacity to endure with sanity, and to simple gestures of humanity under pressure that are reminders of what is noble in man. Mydans' first taste of war came on the Finnish-Russian front in 1940. It is typical of him that he does not rehash the politics...
Only rarely does a new author's first book of short stories announce much besides one more young lady who had a sheltered adolescence or one more young gentleman who did not. An exception was William Saroyan's The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze, which created such a stir in the '30s. Lover Man, by Alston Anderson, 35, may not come up to Saroyan's Daring Voting Man, but at least it occupies the same ballpark. With this series Anderson introduces himself not only as a first-class writer, but also as an observer...
...delight in being oracular does not detract much from a clever investigation into mysticism and the mystique of power. The ironic Artist Tutmose-whose hauntingly beautiful head of Nefertiti is on view in West Berlin's Dahlem Museum-solves only part of the puzzle when, near the book's end, he concludes that "beyond our own motives, existence has no reason." Perhaps, Stacton seems to be saying, the puzzle of existence constitutes its own reason...