Word: londoners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...MEDEA (London: 3 LPs). Despite its powerful theme-the myth of the murdering mother-this 'opera has been infrequently performed since its composition 171 years ago. One reason is Cherubini's static, pedantic score. Another is the sadistic vocal demands of Medea, the lead role. In this album Gwyneth Jones lamentably fails to match her magnificent voice to the emotional exigencies of Medea, and Lamberto Gardelli's conducting is scandalously lethargic. The Callas version of Medea, released by Mercury in 1958, is an infinitely better listener's choice...
...study of menu language would be complete without this item from ROD'S 1890s (Morris Township, N.J.): "London Broil-Sliced Beef, with the inevitable mushroom sauce...
...leading member of Australia's Communist Party, Novelist Frank Hardy returned from his first trip to Russia in 1951 with a panegyric of Stalin and all his works. Hardy went back to the Soviet Union after the Czechoslovak crisis to report for the London Sunday Times on the country's postinvasion mood. This time, no longer an admirer of the late Soviet dictator, he returned with a chilling account of a resurgence of Stalinism. Wrote Hardy last week: "The old methods of administrative pressure, blanket censorship and even naked terror are on their way back...
...London's bobbies may or may not recognize themselves in an article by Author Mary McCarthy in the current issue of the New York Review of Books. Recounting London's Oct. 27 antiwar demonstration, Miss McCarthy writes that the bobbies prepared for the "Demo" by "sleeping in at the police station with a barrel of beer. It worried me that with all that beer the police might have hangovers the next day, which would make them irritable." But no. As it turned out, the "more inactive" police "were amused by the whole scene, especially since they were under...
Grey's only regular contact with reality is the one letter he can send each month to his mother, who lives in Norwich, England, or to his girl friend, Shirley McGuinn, who lives in London. He desperately awaits their return letters. He can see the mail arrive in the court yard, but he must then wait for the guard to deliver it, usually in a batch, days later. His own letters, guarded and understated, convey the agony of isolation. "You often say you hope I am keeping cheerful," he recently wrote his mother. "It would be quite dishonest...