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Those homely virtues-longevity, consistency-are the ones emphasized by Saint Laurent's rivals, such as Giorgio Armani and Karl Lagerfeld, in commenting on the Met's selection, and this is not faint praise. Members of the high-fashion elite are rich and coddled celebrities who seldom breathe unscented air, but they risk their names and their companies in the cold atmosphere of commerce with each new collection. There are not many truly wealthy private clients left, and they instinctively flock to whatever guru has had his inspiration certified by the press and by a chic popular line...
...East-West relations, detente or its equivalent represent the best we can hope for says Eban. Such an agreement among the Superpowers to cooperate where they can and keep differences towards tolerable and non-lethal proportions with the faint hope that the goodwill from the former occasionally seeps into the latter. It is foolish, Eban warns, to imagine Soviet designs for global hegemony. It wants to be treated like a superpower but is governed by a self-interest that will induce it to caution in world affairs. What really went wrong with detente...
There is in the current protests against our nuclear arsenals at least the faint echo of the question raised more than half a century ago about Haig. Are the men and women in the White House, Pentagon and State Department grown so callous from their endless war games and box scores of missiles and megatonnage that the potential human tragedy has receded in their deliberations...
...statement said that a real nuclear war would be much worse. Indeed it would. The documentary on Cambodia probably could also have ended with a statement that the reality was worse. The reality is always worse. TV film does not transmit pain, only an image of pain, a faint visual echo...
...grouped with the bleak, minimalist school of New Yorker writers who have succeeded Updike, Cheever, and Salinger. Though Robison writes the occasional Salingeresque sentence ("One morning I was fixing cinammon toast of something and I had to practically he on the counter to keep from going into a complete faint") such puppyish exaggeration is rare. Like Ann Beattie and Frederick Barthelme, she casts a cold and detached eye on her characters, and tends to write spare prose about her spare people. People, what's more, who are distanced from their emotions. We see them the outside, largely through dialogue...