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Like many names used by veterans of the anticolonial war against France, Chadli's name is a nom de guerre. Algeria's television-wise reporters have another name for him, "Jeff Chandler," after the white-haired and rugged-looking Hollywood actor of the 1950s. Born in a farm village near Annaba on the Mediterranean, he served as a junior officer in the French army until 1954. He then joined the clandestine National Liberation Army, eventually rising to the command of its 13th battalion, based near F.L.N. sanctuaries in Tunisia. After independence, he was picked by Boumedienne to head...
...BORN. To Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 45, Soviet poet, and Jan Butler, 26, her husband's assistant and translator: their first child; in Bournemouth, England. Name: Alexander. Yevtushenko has no natural children from his two previous marriages, though he has one adopted...
Alas, she is pregnant by the dead writer. This Tullio's fatal male honor cannot stand, and when a son is born to Giuliana he exposes the baby to cold winter air and allows him to die. Then, after a moody conversation with his mistress, he shoots himself through the heart. Teresa, dressed appropriately in a black gown-though no one was dead when she put it on-walks unsympathetically past his body and away from the camera. She stops motionless in the middle distance, an elegant figure on a path framed by trees, as the credits roll...
...born in Brest Litovsk in 1901, the son of a penniless old-clothes dealer named Harry Zonnenberg, who emigrated to New York, scrimped and saved, and brought his family over in 1910. The boy studied; he worked as a journalist; he peddled tinted portrait photographs in the Midwest, worked as a $25-a-week movie critic, and then wandered into a job with an American organization distributing food and medical relief to postwar Europe. Thus, in 1922, the young Sonnenberg went back to Europe-armed this time with a salary and an expense account. He went to Rome, London...
...result was a collection that was a pure demonstration of its owner's fantasies. The clothes peddler's son from Grand Street was, at heart, a displaced Edwardian grandee, longing for the class (high, slightly raffish, demanding and Anglophile) into which he had not been born. His conversation had the pungency of a vanished era; it demanded, and got, a great deal of time and attention. It coiled and ran and turned back on itself, wandering off into apparent non sequiturs to test the listener, piling metaphor on private joke, allusion on trope, and then puncturing the entire...