Word: highet
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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CAMERA THREE (CBS, 11-11:30 a.m.). Gilbert Highet, critic, scholar and author, attempts to solve a minor but amusing artistic puzzle concerning the identity of the bridegroom in Peasant Wedding, a 16th century painting by Flemish Master Pieter Bruegel...
...Gilbert Highet, head of the classics department at Columbia University, recalls that he was particularly busy that winter. Then a professor of Greek and Latin, he had taken on a new course, and night after night he sat at his desk composing his lectures. Meanwhile, his wife sat on the couch near by, quietly scribbling away with a pencil. One evening she stopped, drew a firm line on the paper and said with a sigh of relief, "There. That's done. Would you like to read it?" Highet said rather vaguely, "Yes, of course." He started to read...
Industrious Mrs. Highet's first casual attempt at fiction, titled Above Suspicion and published under her maiden name, Helen MacInnes, became a runaway bestseller and a first-rate film. Since then, periodically and with unhurried ease, she has sat down with pencil and paper and turned out such bestselling yarns of international intrigue as Assignment in Brittany, North from Rome, Decision at Delphi and The Venetian Affair. All told, her twelve novels have sold more than 4,000,000 copies and have been translated into 19 languages. Five have been sold to the movies...
Writing to Ravel. She is, in short, the acknowledged queen of spy story writers, and a handsome queen of great charm to boot. Possessed of a Scottish burr and a Glasgow University master of arts degree, she married Gilbert Highet, an Oxford don, in 1932. Five years later, Highet was invited to lecture at Columbia, and the Highets moved to New York with their three-year-old son Keith, now 32 and a Manhattan lawyer. The Highets were so taken with Columbia and New York that they decided to remain; they became citizens...
...case of writer's cramp. She tried writing with her left hand without success. In desperation, she turned to an electric typewriter. "But it was as if the typewriter were whining for the next sentence," she says. Finally she tried a regular typewriter, and the book flowed. "Mr. Highet says that this book is crisper and more concise because of the typewriter," she says triumphantly. And perhaps he is right...