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...Your article "Andrew Greeley, Inc." [Jan. 7] was a superb analysis of the man who has probably the best mind and the fin est writing talent in the post-Vatican II American Roman Catholic Church...
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...born in France 95 years ago, the daughter of a Parisian banker of Egyptian lineage. Dark-haired and beautiful, she might have grown up in that age of fin de siecle elegance to become one of those delicate butterflies that flutter through the paintings of Renoir. But even as a child Mira Alfassa had had mystical experiences, and the Paris salon she commanded was a circle of devotees of the occult. In 1914 she visited India with her second husband, French Diplomat and Writer Paul Richard. In the French colonial city of Pondichéry, Richard introduced...
...painter and that he thus could work no longer. This Oedipal story (the child castrating the father) crops up often in the legends of genius, but it is possibly true of Picasso; he was almost as remarkable a child prodigy as Mozart. The precocity continued, through his studentship in fin de siecle Barcelona, into the Blue and Rose periods, with their dystrophied and consumptive clowns, absinthe addicts and acrobats. By 1907, Picasso's combativeness and his goading sense (which never entirely left him) of being up against history's wall resulted in the wrench of imagination that provoked...
Nothing lends the show quite so much strength as Stephen Sondheim's score. It is a beauty, his best yet in an exceedingly distinguished career. The prevailing waltz meter is more suggestive of fin de siècle Vienna than the Scandinavian north, but why carp? In a show almost without choreography, Sondheim's lyrics are nimble-wilted dances. Literate, ironic, playful, enviably clever, altogether professional, Stephen Sondheim is a quicksilver wordsmith in the grand tradition of Cole Porter, Noel Coward and Lorenz Hart. There are three standout numbers. One is Liaisons (Gingold), a lament that courtesans...