Word: echo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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There came a time ten years ago when Mary Lou Williams decided that jazz was the devil's own music. She was among the best of the bebop pianists, but out on the scene she sensed evil all around her. She could even hear it echo in her playing. One blue night in Paris, "the badness" overwhelmed her; she got up from the piano and quit jazz cold. She drew up a list of names to pray for (urgent cases marked in red), and before long she had an endless coil of sadness, an encyclopedia of bad trouble...
...coinage. Which was only right, since Mary Lou minted them first. In the old days when she played "zombie music" and early bop, her style was constantly in transition, constantly a skip ahead of jazz. Now, "playing in the tradition" is a high ideology with her, and any echo of the avant-garde enrages her. "Have you heard these 'freedom' players?"* she asks, lips curling in disgust. "They're making people sick all over town...
Coming from a land where the stones sometimes seem to sing, Rugantino is musically underprivileged, except for a couple of lilting serenades, Ciumachella and Roma. By U.S. standards, the dance numbers are unsophisticated, but one carnival scene with masks and harle quins manages to echo commedia dell'arte. Rugantino's appeal is that it is smilingly content to woo an audience rather than...
...week was seared with rockets. The U.S. communications satellite, Echo II, expanded its aluminum skin and made ready to reflect messages from space. Saturn 5, boosting the biggest payload man has ever lofted into orbit, shot into the vast blue reaches above Cape Kennedy. Soon after, Ranger 6 arced on a graceful, curving course toward the moon. From a secret launching pad, half the world away, Soviet scientists fired a missile that spewed out two separate satellites. The variety of the shots was as impressive as the number, and the infinite distances of the universe seemed to shrink perceptibly...
Again and again Aiken's novels echo the idea that love means pain, although his heroes still invariably heed the call of the Sirens. Why the love-pain equation? Like the lovers in Blue Voyage, we are unable to communicate, and must therefore bottle up our desires and the things we want to say. But what if the perfect communication were achieved? "What if it were at last possible to talk of everything with a woman? To keep no secrets, no dark recesses of the mind, no dolors and dunks, which could not be shared with her? But then...