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Most small American towns have at least one: the "odd" house that everyone knows and gossips about, the old place going to seed on the outside while a hidden, perhaps unimaginable life transpires behind drawn shades or yellowing lace curtains. A home haunted by its occupants fascinates the neighbors and many, many writers; the phenomenon crops up from Poe to Faulkner to Harper Lee and beyond. That last category now includes Author Marilynne Robinson. Her unsettling first novel deals with the fall of yet another house, but from an unusual vantage. The story is told by an insider who helps...
SEEKING DIVORCE. Doris Day, 56, pert, wholesome movie actress (Pillow Talk, Midnight Lace) and singer; and Barry Comden, 45, restaurateur; after five years of marriage, her fourth, his second; in Los Angeles...
Lennon loved language, the sounds and rhymes and elastic elusiveness of words, and, like a dandy with a lace handkerchief, he liked to keep a pun up his sleeve. The early songs, all written in collaboration with Paul McCartney, were playful, ebullient, rich in imagination. On his own, Lennon planed down the richness of the words into a sparseness that matched the immediacy of the music...
...coming to grips with a shortage of profitably infected molars, nothing can top California. In addition to Dr. Schmidt, there is Dr. Terry Pratt of Alameda, who has taken an old bungalow and created a homey office complete with stained glass, eucalyptus-wood paneling, brass fixtures and white lace window curtains. Dr. Ronald Konopaski of San Francisco says that he has "tried to create an image similar to a beauty salon." The doctor's dental salon offers clients a rainbow-colored printed menu of services with fees. They can or der to taste - anything from a brush and floss...
...fantasy out of Bronte, it's a photo essay out of Penthouse. Jane Seymour, as the actress Collier loves, is hauntingly beautiful--but she spends most of the movie in soft focus, always on the verge of letting her hair down, ringlets playing about her ears, draped in lace. That old fantasy of Victorian women with all that fancy lingerie. Set against Reeves' incompetence, the set-up is obvious. Reeves practically slobbers--the American boy becomes adolescent. Not romance, just sad, love caught once again in the hormonal undertow...