Word: diana
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Bond girl, Barbara Bach. Very pretty, especially as seen in cushioned escape bubble. But dewy as a debutante ("Oh! James!"). Hard to believe her as dangerous spy. Where are the Honor Blackmans and Diana Riggs of yesteryear? Roger Moore, as Bond, a road-company Sean Connery. At least he's improvement on that instant-trivia question, George Lazenby...
...party is being thrown for Colin (Eli Wallach), out of sympathy. His fiancee of 14 months has just drowned. Diana (Anne Jackson) gets the group together. She feels that Colin's "friends" ought to cheer him up, even though none of them has seen him for three years. When Colin arrives, it is clear that he is past cheering. He is a human cork, with matching brain, who could bob merrily on a tidal wave of disaster. Grief is all Greek...
...DIANA TRILLING'S essays seem to invite personal, ad hominem attacks. It was tempting, for example, to open this review with a catty comment along the lines of, "Not surprisingly, the first credential Diana Trilling lists on the dust jacket of her new collection of 14 essays is that she is Lionel Trilling's widow. Not surprisingly, because--if these essays are a representative sample of her work--it is probably her only real claim to intellectual merit." That, however, would be catty...
...Born. To Diana Rigg, 38, auburn-haired Shakespearean actress best known as the karate-chopping counterspy in TV's The Avengers, and Archie Stirling, 35, a businessman and her companion for a year: their first child, a girl; in London...
Seldom has an anthology of critical essays aroused so much prepublication anxiety as Diana Trilling's We Must March My Darlings. Playwright Lillian Hellman told the New York Times last year she had heard the manuscript contained "a hysterical personal attack on me." Little, Brown, the publisher for both writers, requested the deletion of four passages about Hellman from the Trilling text. When the author refused, the publisher terminated the contract, precipitating a ruckus whose reverberations can still be heard...