Word: idealisms
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...tell you. They reopen the territory, that's what they do. Oh, not the land, of course. That's gone like the topsoil, with the wind. But the land was never our real territory anyway. It was the dream, my friends; the territory was always the New World ideal. We don't ever want to run out of that, do we? Goodbye land. Hello space. Can't you picture all those moons and stars, smiling and winking and waiting for a visit? Howdy, Mr. Jupiter. Inventions arise when they're needed. This here screen and keyboard might have come along...
...backs on me and walked off bodily." The speaker is Robert Louis Stevenson; the story is Kidnapped (Scribners; $17.95). As young David Balfour seeks his rightful inheritance in the Scottish Highlands, his adventures indeed assume a sudden verve. Like last year's Treasure Island, this reprint is an ideal restoration. Most of the rare and splendid illustrations by N.C. Wyeth are not copies from the first edition; they have been brilliantly reproduced from the original paintings...
...Resume Just to read the resumes of the modern Presidents, you would have had a hard time predicting their effectiveness in office. The only fairly safe guess would be that one term as Governor of Georgia is not ideal preparation...
...irrepressible Erté undertook a new genre, the serigraph. His remarkable technical skills, combined with an innovative use of color, gold and silver, proved to be ideal for serigraphs and lithographs. By the 1980s Erté had become one of the most popular graphic artists creating fine-art prints. Many have been splendidly reproduced in a new volume, Erté at Ninety; The Complete Graphics (E.P. Dutton; $75). On the cover is Beauty and the Beast, a serigraph of the quintessential Erté woman, who still rules his world. Coiffed in a peacock's tail, she has wrapped...
Jessica Lange emerges more than honorably. Her face eschews classical symmetry; its bumps and crooks, its tight-dimpled smile, comment ironically on Hollywood's obsession with the Aryan ideal. But she can be, like Frances Farmer, both vulnerable and powerful. She works with a telling economy of gesture: nodding wearily as she listens to Odets' manifestoes, sucking desperately on a cigarette as if it contained the only oxygen in the room. Lange's inevitable Oscar nomination will be every bit as honestly earned as Streep...