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London has no Off Broadway; the once adventurous Royal Court Theater, since the death of Artistic Director George Devine, has been taken over by a feeble clique of conventionally minor playwrights and directors. In this vacuum, the tiny semisuburban, underbudgeted Hampstead Theater Club has attracted critical notice with its recent productions of two stimulatingly offbeat dramas: Tennessee Williams' Two Character Play (TIME, Dec. 22), and its currently featured Bakke's Night of Fame by Playwright John McGrath. In the latter, the action takes place in the death cell of a U.S. prison, where Bakke, awaiting electrocution at midnight...
Once a member of the late Hugh Gaitskell's "Hampstead set" of Laborite intellectuals, he has written biographies of Herbert Asquith, Clement Attlee and Sir Charles Dilke, the Victorian politician whose career was ruined by scandal. Jenkins appeals to a wide assortment of people, including businessmen, who regard him as a seasoned administrator, and members of London's exclusive clubs, who approve of his elegant tastes for good claret and cozy dinners...
...medieval and the delusory lay all around him in his youth. Born near Hampstead Heath in 1903, Evelyn (pronounced evil in) Waugh grew up in a nursery papered with "figures in medieval costume" and was assured by his mother that cities were "unhealthy and unnatural places of exile." His father, a publisher (Chapman & Hall) of theatrical disposition, was a sort of hearty Walter Mitty who continually pretended that he was somebody else. Evelyn himself, though somewhat daunted by Alec, an extraverted elder brother who also became a novelist (Island in the Sun), was a dreamy and credulous child who adored...
...long ago, Britain's Harold Wilson, 48, was barking "I'm not a performing seal!" at lensmen who tried to photograph him drinking tea. But times do change, and in Hampstead the Prime Minister obligingly teed off to cozy up his image. It was billed as a pause in the day's grind. "I unwind quickly in the fresh air," Wilson offered, adding, in case the photographers couldn't tell: "I'm not very good at golf." Feet too close together, knee locked, arms carefully flexed, he poised to driver, ah, maybe it was supposed...
...even declines colleagues' dinner invitations on the grounds that it would be unfair to listen for hours to one man's views and still enforce his 15-minute cutoff on office interviews with other associates. Men who have worked with him for decades and live in his Hampstead neighborhood have never stepped inside the modest, cluttered house at 12 Southway, where he lives with his wife Mary, a Congregationalist minister's daughter, and their two sons, Robin, 19, and Giles, 15. Says one acquaintance: "I don't think anybody really knows Harold. He hasn...