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...governors of the nation's twelve provinces did as they were told. They had been summoned to Kinshasa (formerly Leopoldville) to receive the Order of the Leopard, an award Mobutu invented for "exceptional services" and had already passed out to his Cabinet. For last week's ceremony, the governors showed up in Kinshasa's Place Braconnier in a sartorial array of cutaway coats, tails, business suits and even one black corduroy jacket. When they were properly in line, Mobutu marched stiffly down the ranks, planting a medal on each chest and a noisy kiss on each neck...
...aardvark. One apprentice cook was kept beesy making hamster sandwiches, but he won no kudus for his efforts: the troops were looking for fancier fare, such as peppered leopard or antelope with cantaloupe. The troops washed down their meals with giraffes of wine, and afternoon visitors to Flagstaff House were offered tea and simba-thigh, followed by lemon meringue python...
...Author Sciascia's novel starts more promisingly than it ends. Much of its second half is given over to an incongruously earnest subplot concerning a Jacobin revolutionary and his bloody, awful torture at the hands of the government. Even so, readers who remember Giuseppe di Lampedusa and his Leopard's lament for a lost aristocracy will be amused by this compensatory catcall from the other side of the island...
Sandra. "These shadows . . . the sifting of ashes of a dead past." Thus whisper the winds of melancholy around a decaying palazzo in the Tuscan town of Volterra, where Director Luchino Visconti (Rocco and His Brothers, The Leopard) installs Claudia Cardinale as resident tragedienne. In Visconti's modern variations on the Electra theme, Claudia struggles with a role that requires her, at times, to slip off the mantle of Greek tragedy and slip into something like a bath towel...
...galleries sit hamburgers the size of Volkswagens. Here is a comfy zebra-striped chair draped with a leopard coat marked by the gallery PLEASE DON'T SIT. And right there behind the gallerygoer is a plaster facsimile of a real person looking like a petrified floorwalker. Coke bottles protrude from the canvas; TV sets roar from the painted surface; neon lights glow like theater marquees. A plethora of real objects has been swept into art, and art has walked right out of the frame into the living room...