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...HADN'T DIED at 32 a couple of decades before next summer, V.R. Lang would probably still be a townie, and New York would probably still have sucked in an enterprising batch of her friends from Harvard (Lang herself never bothered with college). Violet Lang's family passed their desperate faithfulness to Boston on to her--the city and the decaying four-story brownstone they live in were the only reminders of their genteel past. In line with the family's tradition, she flirted with high society on Beacon Hill and avoided steady jobs. She was also a writer...
...York Review of Books serializes Edward Gorey's stealthily demented drawings. John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch and Frank O'Hara are lumped into what is termed the New York School of poets, since they stay around there without grudging its riff-raff. And, besides the memoir of Lang, Alison Lurie has written novels about middle America. No one picked up on V.R. Lang's work until her husband and Lurie decided to collect a few poems and plays. Lurie, in particular, seems to feel that death cheated Lang out of a chance that she deserved to assert herself. Lang used...
...feel kind of sorry, because she comes across as a daringly imaginative, unusual and likeable person. Lurie's memoir presents a well-rounded survey of Lang's life that runs through about a third of the book. It's a suspicious way to begin, as though you are more apt to develop an interest in Lang's writing if you've been enticed by her experiences. There is something intriguing about a person whose earliest love affair might have started with seduction by a Red Sox player in the front seat of a red convertible that his fans gave...
Nobody else, for instance, can bring off the mixture of lavish Matissean col or, literary irony and veiled narrative - like disconnected stills from a Fritz Lang film - from which R.B. Kitaj, in such works as Malta (1974), constructs a new form of history-painting. There is no American equivalent to the cold edgy handling (nightmare as literature, so to speak) in paintings by the Italian Valerio Adami. But the difference especially comes out in "domestic" figurative painting, which seems more complex and problematical - more difficult of approach - in Europe than in America. Hence the extraordinary flavor of the nudes...
...night. Then one day in 1970 a record-company executive missed his flight back to London and dropped in at the Caves Club. The Rollers were playing. Almost immediately, the Rollers had a contract, and began turning out such British top-ten hits as Remember, Shang-a-Lang and All of Me Loves...