Word: critics
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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WHEN Moiseyev's Dance Company of the U.S.S.R. appeared in London in 1955, one critic was reminded of the Rockettes in Manhattan's Radio City Music Hall. The parade-drilled precision is there, and so is the box-office pull. Next week the Moiseyev will give Americans their first close look at a major Soviet dance company. For a color preview of what Russian dance looks like when it is not poised on pointe, see Music, Soviet Pop Ballet. r RAGGED down by the auto indus-'-' try's slump, Detroit is the most recession-battered...
...series of taped interviews with old grads and undergrads, Harvard backed up its sales talk with a broadly brushed portrait of what a college education should be: a progression from cocksure ignorance to-at least-thoughtful uncertainty. Reminisced Critic John Mason Brown ('23): "I came as thousands of others have, from the semidarkness of the subway into the blinding sunshine of Cambridge and Harvard and the Yard. I wanted to do something in connection with the theater. At Harvard they produced this one-act play of mine, and the minute I heard the first two lines spoken, I knew...
...Edna Ferber is still not over the bestseller habit, even though her books relentlessly suggest that bestsellers do not make the best reading. She has, as a critic once said of Edmund Wilson, "pencil, pad and purpose." Six years ago Novelist Ferber worked up some travel notes and impressions into Giant (TIME, Sept. 29, 1952), a novel about Texas that was as close to the mark as a tenderfoot's lariat, but waspish enough to infuriate Texans and amuse the citizens of the other 47 states. After Texas what? Alaska, naturally, and it is a safe bet that Edna...
...benign for that, and he is certainly not mute, being one of the most relentlessly prolific authors now at work. The book jacket of his latest collection of miscellaneous pieces says, "There is only one Robert Graves," but this is patently untrue. There are many-the poet, novelist, critic, scholar, mythologist, essayist, general literary pundit and japester. All of them in this thoroughly entertaining volume are in top form...
...ruins everything." In voodoo lore, Baron Samedi is the chief of the legion of the dead; he is represented by a wooden cross decked out, scarecrow fashion, in a black bowler hat, morning coat and goggles. In an ironic way, the baron is Author Dohrman's severest critic. How much closer can a writer get to the portrait of the artist as an undertaker...