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Seldom has an anthology of critical essays aroused so much prepublication anxiety as Diana Trilling's We Must March My Darlings. Playwright Lillian Hellman told the New York Times last year she had heard the manuscript contained "a hysterical personal attack on me." Little, Brown, the publisher for both writers, requested the deletion of four passages about Hellman from the Trilling text. When the author refused, the publisher terminated the contract, precipitating a ruckus whose reverberations can still be heard...
...bridge the gap between urban and rural Georgians. "He was wrong," recalls Jordan, who thought that Carter's hopes lay mostly in rural areas, "but it was a good letter anyway." On the strength of it, Powell was invited to attend a meeting of student volunteers at Miss Lillian's pond house near Plains. "Jody stood out right away," says Jordan. "He was the only old man among all those kids." Then 26, Powell signed on as Carter's driver...
...presume to tell Virginians about Virginia politics, but I do know Chuck Robb." Robb, 37, her lawyer son-in-law, is after the Democratic nomination for Lieutenant Governor of Virginia. On nights when Daughter Lynda heads out campaigning alone with Chuck, Lady Bird also likes to play Miz Lillian's role: babysitting for the kids, Lucinda, 8, and Catherine...
...entire family is waiting for him in the cavernous West Sitting Hall: Rosalynn, wearing a red sweater, kissing the President as he enters; Amy, ready for bed in an ankle-length nightgown; the President's mother, Miss Lillian, whom the nation has come to think of as indefatigable, now using a wheelchair because of the arthritis in her legs; Rosalynn's mother; Sons Chip and Jeff and their wives. Like the President, the other members of the Carter clan seem tired. Chip is holding his six-week-old son James Earl Carter IV in his arms. The baby...
...giant envelope from a hairy Kongian hand. Marty Feldman smashed a statuette to smithereens. Richard Pryor yelled, "Hey, everybody in Peoria, it's me." But basically, to the chagrin of camp followers everywhere, they played it straight, even to the point of inviting Norman Mailer and Lillian Hellman to give awards. Missing were Bob Hope, John Wayne and most of Old Hollywood; New Hollywood (whose spokesperson increasingly seems to be Jane Fonda) was so in evidence that even onetime McGovernite Warren Beatty observed that somebody ought to put in a good word for Ronald Reagan. All this earnestness...