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...Guinea, Spínola created a MacArthur-like aura around himself. His bushy eyebrows, the flashing monocle in his right eye-an adornment he picked up in Berlin-the gloves, and the riding crop he invariably carried were as well known to Portuguese troops as MacArthur's corncob pipe had been to Marines and G.I.s in the South Pacific. Unlike MacArthur, however, he believed in cultivating the enlisted man, and he would pop from his helicopter in hazardous spots to see personally how the fighting was going...
...ordered his ouster. He spent the last quarter-century of his life in bittersweet retirement, first with his Russian-born wife Raissa in Yonkers, N.Y., and, after her death, with one of his three sons (all are professors of mathematics) in Princeton, N.J. Between puffs on his corncob pipe and games of chess, he had plenty of time to field queries from inquiring historians. Asked in 1971 whether he identified with contemporary antiwar, anti-Establishment demonstrators, Browder...
...mood," Arikha recalls. "I climbed out of bed, yelling at my wife, yelling at the shaving mirror . . ." The bleary-eyed moment of evil temper is caught with acid precision in an image as transitory as the mood itself. The quick, scrubby notations for nose and cheek bone and wiry corncob hair compose themselves around the black hole of a mouth; it is calligraphy as snapshot...
Beside Paschke, relatively straightforward Chicago surrealists like Kerig Pope seem serenely traditional. Pope's Two Infants Observing Nature, 1962, with its odd transformations of vegetable, flower and corncob into a glossy wonderland of Popsicle colors, is a confectioner's version of vintage Max Ernst. It could serve as a visual text to Pope's views on Chicago's painting and his own: "The thing that interests us and delights us is the strangeness of the world, its surprises and mysteries, the impossibility of explaining it. I don't go along with science when it looks...
Such folksy Texas tales are a delightful leavening in this book, squeezed in between recipes for red corncob jelly and descriptions of what it is like to shoot the narrow, roaring rapids on the Rio Grande. After 20 books (Beyond the High Himalayas, A Wilderness Bill of Rights), Author Douglas has proved that he is a more beguiling travel writer and a far more gifted naturalist than one expects from an Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court. This account of his meanderings through the wilderness areas of Texas has one major flaw: the Justice gives such a fascinating picture...