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...first success came too late," says Author Caldwell. "I always loved clothes, for instance. I used to faint from starvation in the office . . . just to save money to buy them. . . . Now clothes don't mean anything to me." But a few months ago, when Critic Edwin Seaver suggested in the Saturday Review of Literature that "the specter of commercialism" was haunting U.S. literature, Author Caldwell (who is now vacationing in Paris and Rome) turned on him like a tigress. "My most 'lyrical prose,' " she retorted, "has resulted from the anticipation of big checks ... a new home...
...cream, coffee and liqueurs. They drank some 20 toasts, in vodka, white and red wine, champagne. One toast, proposed by Stalin, was for an absent man: President Truman. After dinner, the guests saw The Stone Flower (TIME, Jan. 27), a gentle Russian fairytale film with only a faint overlay of class consciousness. (General Mark Clark commented that the beautiful sorceress in the picture had something of the haunting elusiveness of the still unsigned Austrian peace treaty...
Togliatti is no sawdust Caesar. His manner is easy. His face has a studious look behind horn-rimmed glasses, with only a faint ironic hint of the trouble he has seen or is causing. Like France's Maurice Thorez, he is one of the few Communists with a smile-a smile that is somewhat sarcastic around the edges...
...grossed Au thor Frank Yerby something like $250,000). The hero of The Vixens is lean and hard; he moves with controlled grace, and he says everything softly. The girl is slim and golden, her mouth is a splash (some times a slash) of scarlet, and her perfume is faint, elusive. These two daydreams, so happily cast on any Hollywood lot or in any adolescent's bedroom, are naturally not to be frustrated by a lot of gunplay and dastardy in post-Civil War New Or leans...
...Then one of them drew out "a long, thin, double-edged butcher's knife, held it up and tested the cutting edge in the moonlight. . . . With a flicker as of a light going up, the casements of a window [in the house] suddenly flew open; a human figure, faint and insubstantial, at that distance and at that height, leaned abruptly far forward and stretched both arms still farther. Who was it? A friend? A good man? Someone who sympathized? Someone who wanted to help? . . . Was help at hand? . . . Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where...