Word: lias
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Post-Mortem. Brazil has been on the road to trouble for years. Under the spend-build, spend-build administration of Juscelino Kubitschek (1956-61), the country lavished millions on massive public works projects, including the construction of the nation's $600 million capital of Brasília. Erratic Jânio Quadros, who took office in 1961, slapped on rigid austerity measures. But he stuck around only seven months before resigning in a fit of pique, and then Goulart-his Vice President-moved into the palace...
Back to Brasília. The turning point came as rebel troops, led by anti-Jango General Amaury Kruel, flew from São Paulo over the defense lines Goulart had set up outside Rio and took over the city behind them. Within the city, Goulart's archenemy, Carlos Lacerda, had manned the governor's palace with 500 state troopers and barricaded it with 20 city garbage trucks still bearing an anti-litter slogan: "HELP US. WE ARE CLEANING UP THE CITY." When the tide turned against Jango, Lacerda went on television to proclaim emotionally, "God has taken...
Jango fled, ironically enough, to the nation's capital-the remote, grandiose inland city of Brasília. But even Brasília threatened to become too hotly rebellious for comfort. Still spouting defiance, Jango flew south to still loyal Pôrto Alegre, homeground of his firebrand brother-in-law and capital of his home state of Rio Grande do Sul. From there, Goulart hoped to lead a "counterattack of the legalist forces." Vowed Jango: "I will not resign. I will not put a bullet through my chest. I will resist...
Fado's dark charms are, indeed, perceivable beyond Portugal. Amália has sung in New York and Hollywood, made a dozen successful visits to Bra zil and just finished a triumphant engagement in Mexico City. But back home, her spell is so strong that she easily persuades Portugal's leading intellectuals and composers to write songs for her, thus taking the national art form from the hands of the dejected lovers and sentimental ladies who anonymously contribute most fado lyrics...
Some purists say that the heart of the fado still lies beyond Amália, beyond Lisbon's boulevards, and deep in its slums. There illiterate workers still exchange quatrains of their own invention. Aristocrats repeat them over murky wine and grilled sardines, and eventually the word reaches Amália. Then, full of fire and ashes, sorrow and sin, she sings...