Word: huxley
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...Govindas Vishnoodas) Desani is a clever young Hindu intoxicated with Shakespeare, James Joyce, Aldous Huxley and words in general. His first novel, All About H. Hatterr, is an extended verbal jag that has already set London highbrows searching vainly for similes. Said T. S. Eliot: "Certainly a remarkable book. In all my experience, I have not met with anything quite like...
...publisher; an independent income relieved him of the rigors of earning a living. Six months of the year he shared a house with Novelist Christopher Isherwood in seamy-gay Berlin; at home, he was wined & dined by Virginia Woolf, rubbed shoulders with William Butler Yeats, Aldous and Julian Huxley, Bertrand Russell. Some poets might have been stimulated by all this, but Poet Spender kept finding bumblebees in his blossoms. "In the life of action," he noted sadly, "I do everything that my friends tell me to do, and have no opinions of my own." The social and literary life...
...meeting of the Royal Anthropological Institute in London, Julian (On Living in a Revolution) Huxley gave his view of man's dilemma: "To all people at some time, and to many people much of the time, the world is an unpleasant and even horrible place, and life a trial and even a misery. Little wonder that many ideologies, religious or otherwise, are concerned with providing escapes from the unpleasant reality...
...Lady's Not for Burning is the child of poetry and prankishness-both parents springing from ancient British stock. It recaptures something of what Aldous Huxley said Elizabethan poetry had and later poetry lost: an ability to fuse comedy with lyricism...
...result, though sometimes good talk and sometimes good purple theater, is a kind of botch. The violence is not too surprising; as a satirist, Huxley has always liked to draw blood and leave welts. But beyond that, like many essentially critical talents seeking to be creative, he goes to extremes, and overcreates; when he isn't being literary, he is being lurid. And here, without the armor of style, he lunges out with every rusty saber of theatricalism. The Gioconda smile is rather a maniacal laugh. And the production-with Basil Rathbone hamming as the husband and Valerie Taylor...