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...piano player, the dictation of his Autobiography. " Every character he ever wrote about, including Joan of Arc," says Ferguson, "was either drawn from the intensive experience of his first thirty years or conceived in its spirit." Ferguson is an apostle of solid sense, has no time for the "dire Freudian symbolism...
Chatty Columnist Elsa Maxwell's amiability crumpled under the strain of Columnist Westbrook Pegler, who, she found, "has taken up the cudgels in defense of women." Gritted Elsa: "Now, Mr. Pegler is a Freudian study ... too much protest is often an unconscious expression of too much love-and vice versa. If this ambivalence of emotion is true-as it seems to be-Westbrook is certainly madly in love with Mrs. Roosevelt. . . . But since Westbrook has turned his loving eye on women, watch out. The Pegler libido . . . turns hot & cold. . . . Personally, girls, I think we had better continue standing...
Among the show's 105 exhibits, including dolls, idols, ceremonial masks by American Indian primitives, was work by Painters Masson, Delvaux, Chagall, Tanguy, Magritte, Vail, Hirshfield. Of those canvases faintly visible behind the 7-ft.-high string cobweb was a huge new Freudian nightmare by Surrealist Ernst. Painted specially for the exhibition, Surrealism & Painting depicted a nest of multicolored bosomy birds, from whose naked, writhing limbs a semihuman arm emerged to paint its creator's conception of the disorderly universe. In the next room hung early canvases by de Chirico; also three recent Picassos, one of which...
...realistic style. A too conscious attempt at atmosphere occasionally swamps Albert Friedman's "Carnival," while David Hessey's "Launching" sacrifices a powerful theme to occasionally slip-shod treatment. Cecil Schneer makes a heroic attempt to get inside a converted isolationist by reducing him through pain to his Freudian common denominator...
...blow between the eyes, and which sometimes he overdoes. If corpses dropped less often than ripe plums, in less tricky postures of amazement at death, and if fingers moved less automatically to triggers, this would have been a better novel. Even as it is, a queer cross between a Freudian dream and a Grand Guignol shocker, it is good enough to suggest that it will almost certainly sire a better...