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...CASSANDRA AT THE WEDDING (226 pp.)-Dorothy Baker-Houqhton Mifflin...
...Although no other paper felt quite so strongly, few but Thomson's Sunday Times, which had Tony in the bag, could resist sounding off. The London Daily Sketch puckered with a mild case of sour grapes: "Lord Snowdon sharpens his artistic genius for readers of the Sunday Times." Cassandra (William Connor), London Daily Mirror columnist, was moved by amusement: "Now Tony Snowdon, as the Observer calls him [to Cassandra, Tony was 'a royal Dicky-bird'], has flown from Kensington Palace to the jungle that is Fleet Street. In a trice, the macaws, the parrots and other screaming...
Acted woodenly and with Pat Hingle as Hector, Jessica Tandy as Cassandra, and Kim Hunter as Helen, the Stratford production gives audiences the feeling that they are watching The Red Badge of Courage with Shakespeare dubbed into the sound track. Chuck wagon, gunfire, sounding of taps-it is minor ingeniousness at the expense of genius. In the end, the Civil War trick seems merely a capitalization on the war's 100th anniversary fever, and in 1976 Troilus will probably be done again at Stratford set at Valley Forge...
Soft Bed in Berlin. Instead, the broadcasts convinced Britain's government that Jeeves's erratic inventor had turned traitor. To repudiate Wodehouse, choleric William Connor-author of the Daily Mirror's Cassandra column-was drafted by the Minister of Information. In a virulent attack broadcast by the BBC, Connor castigated Wodehouse as "an old playboy" who had "fallen on his knees and worshipped Hitler." Roared Connor: "It is a somber story of self-respect, honor and decency being pawned to the Nazis for the price of a soft bed in a luxury hotel...
...could give of it. But, in fact, there was no sound. Nothing. The sound was total silence. It was silence which screamed and screamed through the whole theater so that the audience lowered its head. And that scream inside the silence seemed to me to be the same as Cassandra's when she divines the reek of blood in the house of Atreus. It was the same wild cry with which the tragic imagination first marked our sense of life...