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...RUSSIAN EMPIRE: A PORTRAIT IN PHOTOGRAPHS by Chloe Obolensky; Random House; 345 pages...
...this book is of Pompeii on a far vaster scale. The photos are imbued with more than the familiar charm of things past; they are reflections of Russia's interrupted life story. That would explain the particular poignancy of the emotion experienced by the book's editor, Chloe Obolensky, as she studied the many photos she had unearthed from various libraries and private collections. She recalls in her preface that as the volume took shape, she was moved to see the photographs assume an unexpected "coherence and truth." Few readers can fail to be moved as well...
...passion clash in all-night discussions. But Rohmer is also one of the wittiest of directors and, defying all the usual rules of film making, he has turned out some of the most delightful movies of the past decade: My Night at Maud's, Claire's Knee, Chloe in the Afternoon and The Marquise of O... In Perceval he goes one fatal step further; it is not merely an intellectual movie. It is the essence of an intellectual movie and boring beyond all reasonable accounting...
...Friday) in a fundraiser for the French Library in Boston. He will present his 1969 film, My Night at Maud's [Ma Nuit Chez Maud], and will probably discuss his latest work, Perceval (which will open in several weeks at the Welles). You may recall Claire's Knee and Chloe in the Afternoon, both of which dealt with sex and sexual fantasy in surprisingly moralistic ways. Ma Nuit Chez Maud is one of the earlier films in this series--once again about a potentially romantic, sexual relationship that doesn't come off (the main characters' Catholocism is too strong). Admission...
...Cheryl waited she pulled her atomizer and liberally applied the vapor to her atmosphere. "Eau du gorille," she smiled. "Gotta keep myself natural." Chloe arrived presently with the book and Cheryl grabbed it, digits atremble. She beamed ably, "Blue Skies, No Candy." She looked up at her chained Kong. "Heavy, huh? Oh bummer, I lost my place. Here we are. Chapter One. 'Am I rushing things...beginning the scene in bed? I cannot resist. Bed is where I'm making it these days, friends, and sometimes it seems I'm only limping along elsewhere. Of course no one would ever...