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...heroic bronze of British-born Comedian Charlie Chaplin in Leicester Square. After all, Will Shakespeare already stands there, although the Bard's appearance and dignity have been besmirched by pigeons, air pollution and porno spreading through a once tony neighborhood that used to be home to Painters William Hogarth and Joshua Reynolds. But installation of the statue of the Little Tramp, who died at 88 in 1977, has been stalled by a standoff between the Greater London Council, which wants to rehabilitate the square speedily, and the more snail-paced local Westminster Council, which objects to the statue...
DIED. Edward Ardizzone, 79, children's book illustrator and author who created the popular Little Tim storybook series; in London. Born in Haiphong, in what was then French Indochina, but reared in England, Ardizzone, whose style has been likened to Hogarth's and Rowlandson's, served as an official combat artist during World War II, before returning with pen and brush to less serious fare. He illustrated nearly 100 children's books; Magic Carpet, one of his best-known paintings, was reproduced by UNICEF for its collection of international Christmas cards...
Every dog has his day, and with the publication of The Literary Dog by William E. Maloney and J.C. Suarès (Putnam; 126 pages; $14.95 hardcover, $7.95 paper), he also has his book. Decorated with works by Hogarth, Toulouse-Lautrec, Velazquez and other masters, this anthology bristles with canine tales, poems and anecdotes. With more than 100 selections from the likes of Shakespeare, Chekhov, Twain and Thurber, the result is more than mere doggerel. There are, for instance, Odysseus' faithful Argus, who waits 20 years for his master's return, Goldsmith's poor mongrel who dies...
...species, found mainly in the British Isles. William Plomer, who died in 1973 at the age of 69, was a notable specimen. He made his debut at 21 with Turbott Wolfe, a novel that Leonard and Virginia Woolf recognized as a minor masterpiece when he submitted it to their Hogarth Press. For half a century, biographies, essays, librettos, novels and poems fell from his prolific pen; Plomer had no typewriter. "Machines do not like me," he explained. "When I touch them they tend to break down, get jammed, catch fire, or blow...
...simple it would have been just to elaborate on that legend: the proud writer dining behind a screen because he was ashamed of his tattered clothes; the compulsive walker in the streets of London who had to touch each lamppost he passed by; the bizarre figure whom Hogarth at first mistook for "an ideot . . . shaking his head and rolling himself about in a strange ridiculous manner...