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Aleksander Slobodyanik Plays Liszt; Sonata in B Minor, Hungarian Rhapsody No. 6 (Columbia/Melodiya, $6.98). Slobodyanik ranks among the half a dozen best keyboard artists under 35. A galvanizing pianist whose appeal is not confined to showers of notes, he fuses virtuosity with a sense of poetry, but in this account of the Liszt B Minor Sonata, Slobodyanik shows a lapse of heart. The allegro passage work is more muscled than brilliant; where it should be bold it thumps...
...than in the past. Stores on Moscow's busy Kalinin Prospekt shopping street carried the first-ever Soviet-made jeans at authentic Western prices: $10 to $20 a pair. In Leningrad, women were snapping up pantyhose imported from East Germany at $10 a pair. Other briskly selling items: Hungarian electric shavers at $35 each and a new line of Soviet-made all-wool overcoats at $250 each -about $50 more than the average Soviet industrial worker's monthly wage...
...Italy's Umberto II, Spain's Don Juan and Portugal's own Duarte, Duke of Braganza reside in Portugal. In Switzerland, there are Michael of Rumania and Ahmed-Fuad II of Egypt (Farouk's eldest son), while Otto von Hapsburg, the heir to the Austro-Hungarian empire who now calls himself Dr. Hapsburg, lives in West Germany and writes and lectures. The leading claimant to the French throne, Henri d'Orléans, the Count of Paris, lives in the country that, but for history, he might have ruled. Even Brazil shelters a would...
Brassai was born Gyula Halasz in 1900 in Brasso, a village in Hungarian Transylvania. He arrived in Paris in 1924 after art studies in Budapest and Berlin, determined to make his fortune as a painter. Not until the age of thirty did he hold a camera. His interest in photography grew quickly, however, as he discovered that with a camera he could capture and portray the restless energy and labyrinthine density of Paris. Finally he could fix forever the flickering images he saw in the subterranean night world of cafes and bars that so fascinated him. He became a photographer...
...young Hungarian took a version of the name Brasso as a pseudonym and for four decades he has photographed the streets and graffiti, nightclubs and their patrons, the artists, tramps and peasants of his adopted city. His pictures have become inextricably linked with the myth and mystique of Paris and have earned immortality for both the photographer and his subject...