Word: dervishness
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...little Jew boy on the make," someone tells young Duddy Kravitz. He has already been called the kind of "cretinous little moneygrubber who causes anti-Semitism," so there is clearly something in Buddy's dervish anxiety to succeed that rubs people the wrong way. It can be said, too, in favor of this sharp, funny movie that Buddy's desperate acquisitiveness is not sentimentalized or apologized for. It is only well understood...
...from hard up. Father of a daughter, grandfather of three, he shuttles between his Hollywood offices and a home in the Burbank hills and weekends at a house overlooking the Pacific, which he shares with Dorothy, his wife for 35 years. But he longs to return to the dervish comedy and captivating anarchy of his earlier cartoons. After all, he explains, "those characters are extensions of myself -what I am or want to be." "·Jay Cocks
...Breakfast of Champions, a surrealist account of a car dealer in the Midwest. Vonnegut is the Erasmus of the black comedians, who feels life as tragedy but tries to see it as a joke that can be ruefully shared. Roth at 40 is some sort of jet-propelled dervish who whirls through literature, demolishing forms, spinning off royalty checks, and leaving everybody (including Roth himself perhaps) to wonder where he will strike next. Both books are funny. Roth's seems compulsive, self-conscious and a bit sophomoric. Vonnegut's shows considerable fatigue and self-indulgence. But it could...
...Line, Acrobats) is prolific, ebullient, agile and tenacious. He is a stage animal who has not yet exercised his full territorial imperative. One of Horovitz's problems is that his characters are a shade too volatile and voluble-a playgoer cannot easily enter the heart of a babbling dervish. Another Horovitz problem: a sustained narrative line. He tends to interrupt one story in order to tell another. In Dr. Hero, he is somewhat luckier, since the chronicle is dictated by nature- birth, adolescence, love, marriage, a job, old age, death...
Swooping and slashing down the ice, the shaggy-haired trio is a French Canadian version of a banzai attack. Perreault, 22, from Victoriaville, Que., centers the line with an extraordinary swift and shifty verve. On his left is Martin, 21, from Montreal, a deceptive dervish with an overpowering slapshot. And on the right is Robert, 24, from Trois Rivieres, Que., a stylish sharpshooter who is the line's leading scorer. So far this season, the three have collectively scored 212 points (92 goals, 120 assists) and are the principal reason why the Sabres are battling the Detroit Red Wings...