Word: hatpin
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...involvements with Justine, a feline Egyptian Jewess; Nessim, her millionaire husband; Melissa, a tubercular Greek dancer. There is also an assortment of other exotics, who seem to have crawled from beneath a blistered and immemorial stone of Alexandria-Scobie, the transvestite policeman; Toto de Brunei, who dies with a hatpin rammed through his brain; Capodistria, the goatish sybarite; hare-lipped Narouz, who carries a severed head in his saddlebag; Pursewarden, who has discovered "the uselessness of having opinions" and turns to the humdrum world "the sort of smile which might have hardened on the face of a dead baby...
...only 5,000 francs ($12), the prize has enough prestige to guarantee a 100,000-copy sale to the novelist who lands it. To literary onlookers, the Femina's entertainment value is even greater; although the prize was created (in 1904) to bring literary women closer together, the hatpin-tongued old fates who hand it out feud continually, and in a good season their pother can all but drown out the crash of a falling French Cabinet...
...consistent with the ad that I endorse, and therefore I regretfully withdraw (or forfeit?) or do whatever is necessary to relinquish press gallery membership. Sorry I didn't know about your rules. Shows you should always read the fine print, doesn't it?" Then, jabbing a hatpin at colleagues who appear frequently on TV's press-panel shows, Maggie noted that she must have broken the rules much earlier with her first appearance on such "sponsored television shows" as Martha Rountree's Press Conference...
...explodes from a dry well) and for a few high-class variety numbers. Lena Home and Cara Williams provide the best of these, though Frankie Laine's performance is not without its morbid fascination, and Hermes Pan's ballet about Frankie and Johnny has a sort of hatpin wickedness-even though Ballerina Charisse succeeds in blunting the point...
Suzanne Labin writes with a hatpin. This young (thirtyish) French political scientist impales totalitarian myths and neutralist delusions, prods lukewarm intellectuals who rarely rise to the defense of democracy, or if they do, praise it with faint damns. Author Labin has small use for so-called thinkers who don the smoked glasses of a spurious objectivity and report that they can see no difference between Western freedom and Eastern tyranny except "shades of grey." She believes that it is worth restating the great central truth, or "secret," of democracy, i.e., that it is the first, last, best and only hope...