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...successful that it started Esquire, which in the late 1950s, turned around and swallowed GQ altogether. Then in 1979 Conde and Nash bought the operation, and they run it to this day. Conde and Nash also publish Vogue, House and Garden Glamour, and Mademoiselle. Of course, they publish Bride's, Which can't be all that popular anymore,but to hedge their bets, they also publish Self--obviously figuring that even if there aren't a whole lot of people who want to be brides anymore, everybody wants to be a self...
...your recent article "Abu Dhabi I Do's" [May 11], I was in Abu Dhabi during the wedding celebration. Your reporter really has A Thousand and One Nights imagination: 20 camels laden with jewels, an entire town given to the bride as a present, a 20,000-seat amphitheater, 34 private jets? Surely Americans cannot be so gullible...
...composer and director plan to visit New York City soon to entertain bids for a Broadway version of Cats from some of the same angels who thought the project too risky to invest in when it needed funds a few months ago. So the Prince of Wales and his bride-to-be are not the only British couple who have reason to smile these days. Catch Lloyd Webber or Nunn off-guard, and you are likely to see a mile-wide Cheshire-cat grin. -By Richard Corliss
Does life have the final say, as promised, or does Calvino have the last word -like any other author? "You," the reader, will have to decide for yourself as your new bride Ludmilla closes her book, puts her head on the pillow and asks: "Aren't you tired of reading...
...creative team. Their errors are of emphasis, not conception: Shalhoub's Figaro, feisty and engaging in his monologues, seems too resentful and angry in his battle of wits with the Count--his "high spirits" reach only middling altitudes. As he counters the Count's designs on his bride-to-be Suzanne with plots of his own, he acts more like an lago than a Prospero. Karen Macdonald's Suzanne follows his lead--spleen overbalances sweetness. Harry Murphy's smug Count and Cheryl Ginannini's hoarse, pouting Countess are closer to the mark--he displays all the insight of a brontosaurs...