Word: m
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...piano with his back to her. "You are Mlle. Teyte?" "Yes, sir." "You are Mlle. Teyte-of the Opéra-Comique?" "Yes, sir." "Eh bien, we will start here." Before they had run through the first act of his one & only opera Pelléas et Mélisande, Debussy hustled out to shout to his wife, "Here is a Mèlisande...
...with Debussy, he hardly said a word to her. ("He was an ogre," says Maggie, "and I was very cold-very English.") But she learned enough from him to take over Mary Garden's role at the Opéra-Comique and make a name for herself as Mèlisande. That was 40 years ago. Last week, although they had often cheered her in recital, Manhattan operagoers finally got to hear Maggie in the role that had first won her fame. It was the first time she had ever sung the full opera in the U.S. Last week...
Maggie Teyte will sing Mèlisande four more times at City Center, return to Britain for the second Edinburgh Festival in August, and then perhaps will make a farewell tour of the U.S. Says she: "Dammit all, one can't go on forever...
When Editor R. M. Barrington-Ward left on a voyage last winter, Deputy Editor Casey moved into the magnificently shabby Editors Room at Printing House Square. When Barrington-Ward died in Tanganyika, nobody expected Casey to succeed him. Fleet Street rumors pointed to the Economist's brilliant Editor Geoffrey Crowther or the Times's Senior Assistant Editor Donald Tyerman (whom Tories consider too far left); Colonel the Hon. John Jacob Astor, who owns a controlling interest in the Times, couldn't get Crowther so didn't try, and needed Tyerman where he was. He decided...
...would be hard to find, in this day of soggy prose and involuted criticism, another modern essayist who yields such constant pleasure. (She wrote, said E. M. Forster, with "inspired breathlessness.") Unlike so many American critics who seem intent on smothering their readers with erudition, Virginia Woolf wrote as if she were conversing with friends. To read her essays at one sitting is too much of a good thing; they then seem a bit boneless and soft, their smoothness too consistently stylized. But taken one at a time, as they were written to be read, they are rare works...