Word: jeane
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...WORDS, by Jean-Paul Sartre. After a series of increasingly labored, metaphysically morose works, Sartre has written a clear-eyed, warm, but very sad account of his early years. The despair of modern existentialism, it turns out, is partly rooted in the struggle for sanity of a bookish, lonely child...
...present notoriety annoys me," wrote Jean-Paul Sartre puckishly last year. "I've lost the chance of dying un known." That became even more of a certainty last week when the Swedish Academy bestowed on him the 1964 Nobel Prize for Literature -an honor he didn't want. Unless he changes his mind, which is unlikely, he will be the first winner to turn down the world's loftiest literary honor.* Since, as the Swedish Academy pointed out, the award stands whether the recipient formally accepts it or not, Sartre is in the most enviable position...
...have always declined official distinctions," said Sartre, explaining that a writer who accepts an honor risks institutionalization and puts his reader un der unfair pressures: "It's not the same thing if I sign 'Jean-Paul Sartre' or if I sign 'Jean-Paul Sartre, Nobel Prizewinner.' ",. Displaying his long on-and-off Communist sympathies, he 'went on to complain that the Nobel seemed to be reserved only for Westerners or dissident Eastern-bloc writers...
...perhaps at his most turgid and absurd in the long, confused eulogy of Jean Genet's scabrous Our Lady of the Flowers; Sartre described the book as an epic of masturbation, and Genet described Sartre in some of his favorite four-letter words. But Sartre has lately found a fresher vein; in his autobiographical The Words (TIME, Oct. 9) he reminisces simply and compellingly about his unhappy childhood, from which he eventually escaped into literature as others escape into religion, business, or the Foreign Legion...
...York by clandestine carriers as diverse as diplomatic pouches and the Air France stewardess caught three years ago with the stuff in her bra. Balding little Louis Lavalette, chief of the police judiciare for Southern France, has long had a good hunch who was behind the operation: "Monsieur Jean" Cesari, a quick-witted courtly Corsican who, in 20 years of flitting through the Marseille milieu with few visible sources of income, has nonetheless managed to acquire both a 1,000-acre Riviera estate and a handsome $50,000 villa near Aubagne guarded by five fierce police dogs...