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...door had been welded shut-from the inside. Behind it, a group of meticulous weekend robbers had pulled off what French headlines promptly dubbed le fric-frac du siècle (the heist of the century). In daring and imagination, it was in a class with some of the best heist movies ever made. The hoods-police estimate that ten people were involved-had used five tons of excavation and safecracking equipment to get at an estimated $10 million in currency and valuables stored in nine safes and 317 of the bank's 4,000 safe deposit boxes. Awed...
...very similar to Aida. The only difference being that my lover is a girl. Well, I mean to say, the part is played by a girl. Actually, the one that I really love is not a tenor. It happens to be the bass, Maometto the terrible Turk. Neo-cle, who is from my country, he's a Greek and is a brave warrior that my father wants me to marry. She - uh, he - uh, it is played by Shirley Verrett. So it is no wonder that I prefer Maometto, who is played by Gus Diaz, with a gold lame...
...comparison with Verne was more than superficial. Both men began as romantic visionaries who sought careers in law, then in the theater, then in literature. Verne went on to science fiction; Herzl went on to Palestine. That bizarre journey has all the qualities of fin-de-siècle romance. It might have been told as a novel, a pageant-even as psychohistory. Instead, Israeli Journalist Amos Elon has chosen a method of slow accretion, scrupulously piling up dates and incidents, scarcely daring to speculate or interpret. The style is out of keeping with its subject. But Herzl...
...real world play." Both were fascinated by dream and ambiguity, the duality of sex and death, perversity and contradiction and mystery. This show makes one realize that surrealism was no revolution but a final knotting-up of the 19th century romantic tradition, whose decadent or fin-de-siècle form was symbolism...
Fictive Avatars. The phrase fin-de-siècle has long stood for a filleted sort of consciousness: the epicine, misty, dandified transcendentalism and café demonolatry whose sturdier ancestors were men like Baudelaire and Poe. There is a certain truth to this, as evidenced by a work like Jean Delville's Orpheus. A member of the symbolist circle, Delville (1867-1953) was a devoted admirer of Joséphin Péladan, leader of the Rosicrucians in France. Yet it probably does not help us much now to know that the sickly greenish-blue radiance in which Orpheus...