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...frantic years in the '60s, London-swinging and otherwise-became the center of the world of fads and styles. Now the inevitable outburst of reviews of the passing decade has begun, and among the first is a book, Goodbye Baby & Amen (Coward-McCann; $15), by British Entertainment Writer Peter Evans and Photographer David Bailey. Obviously, Goodbye is no serious history book. But neither is it just a picture book with filler text...
Preparing for his 70th birthday, Master Farceur Noel Coward made it clear that one of the blithest spirits of the age is still blithe. Defending his lack of an Oxbridge education to London newsmen, he said: "It is of little help at the first rehearsal to be able to translate Cicero." What of T. S. Eliot's complaint that Coward had never spent an hour in the study of ethics? "I do not think it would have helped me," said he. Had he ever tried to enlighten his audience instead of just amusing them? "I have a slight reforming...
...FRUITS OF WINTER by Bernard Clavel. 382 pages. Coward-McCann. $6.95. Mere and Pere Dubois cope less with World War II than with the grim guerrilla assaults of old age in this incessantly poignant, Goncourt prizewinning novel of French village life...
Protest was even expected and within certain limits approved by the French people, themselves carriers of a taint of anarchism. It has been said that if at 20 you are not behind the barricades you are a coward and lack idealism, but that at 35 if you are not in the ministry you are a fool and lack realism. During the events of May 1968, Maurice Grimand, chief of the Parisian police, appealed to the students as one of the gang, that he too had been a student and had gotten blackjacked by the police...
...them can drive straight. They wreck cars, argue with each other, assault fat ladies on the Turin buses and infuriate the Mafia by treading on its turf. Throughout, Charlie's eyes remain at half-mast; his lassitude finally lulls the crooks, the polizia-and the audience. Caine and Coward play a splendid game of verbal tennis, but by the final reel the laughs are lost in an anthology of dull and deafening car chases...