Word: dinners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...give the idea of light in motion was a difficult assignment because there is no such thing as a norm." He repeatedly went back for retakes; his subjects never looked the same. "I came back so often that I began to feel like The Man Who Came to Dinner at the gallery...
...campaign workers and supporters. As a candidate, Percy had promised them a free trip to Washington if they delivered. Last week he paid off with a two-day itinerary that included not only the Senate session but a briefing by Secretary of State Dean Rusk, a coq au vin dinner with serenades by two musical groups. The celebration cost Percy $15,625 and won him the reputation of a man who delivers on his promises-to slum dwellers and party stalwarts alike...
...pounder who keeps fit doing knee bends and arm exercises, he once gave a bear-hug abraco to an old army chum and cracked two of the officer's ribs. He is just as good at cracking knuckles. When, as commander of the military, he finally accepted the dinner invitation of a particularly insistent congressional deputy, he arrived at an opulent apartment on Copacabana beach, watched silently after dinner while his host showed off a gallery of possessions: 50 suits, 25 pairs of shoes, bulky silverware, art treasures. "Wait till you see my wife's wardrobe," said...
...dinner party 30 years ago, Somerset Maugham turned to his hostess and, in one of his rare pronouncements on writers and writing, remarked that the future of English literature was in the hands of a handsome young man across the room, Christopher Isherwood. Not long afterward Isherwood abdicated; in 1936, he emigrated to California and left much of his creative vitality in England. Apparently only Irish expatriates write better when they leave their native land...
Alfred Kazin's Starting Out in the Thirties, a short autobiography of his early years, is like the more successful of these after dinner conversations. Kazin, a literary critic and historian, wasn't an influential man of the thirties and his book is no walk through the corridors and closets of power. He wasn't even an influential critic and probably, had never even been in the Hotel Algonquin. Kazin's memoirs are the acute recollections of an observant young man finding his way through the New York of the Depression...