Word: majorca
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...when Chopin wintered there with piano and Mistress George Sand, Majorca was a Mediterranean Bali Ha'i far off the beaten tourist track. Since then, thanks to cut-rate package vacations and a climate even kindlier than Spain's Costa Brava, the island has become a kind of Costa Coney (436,000 visitors last year), where the local patois in peak season is more Cockney than Catalan...
When Painter Joan Miró, 68 - short, round-faced and seemingly as placid as a Buddha-withdrew from France to his studio home on Majorca five years ago, an uneasy lethargy settled over him. He imposed "a silence on myself. A fast." Instead of painting, he sat and thought. Then, two years ago, catastrophe." Systematically he tore up scores of paintings that he had done on cardboard, obliterated nearly a hundred done on canvas-an act roughly equivalent to burning up $3,000,000. "The paintings uttered soft cries when they saw I was destroying them," sighs...
...many of their compatriots swept in to join them, they leaped into Italy. On the Isle of Capri they met each other coming and going. They sneaked over to Portofino, but the word got out, and now it's finito. Then they established a beachhead in Spain-Majorca, the Costa Brava -but soon that old Henry James feeling set in again. They switched surreptitiously to Jamaica and the Virgin Islands, and got overrun before they could unpack...
Right Hand, Left Hand. Bargains, legal and otherwise, have never failed to interest Juan March. Son of a Spanish peasant who was also a small-time smuggler, he was born on the Balearic island of Majorca, had little formal schooling, was largely self-taught. With only a $300 inheritance from his father, he set himself up in the smuggling trade while still in his teens, showed such talent that he soon had a fleet of schooners smuggling tobacco into Spain from North Africa. By 1914 he was displaying the trappings of respectability: his smuggling fleet was so large that...
This year 123 sponsors put up a formidable candidate: protean Poet-Novelist Robert Graves, who lives on Majorca with his family, two poodles, a passel of cats and a donkey. He promised to lecture "about poetry" because "at universities they don't know anything about it." Kingmaker Starkie got herself nominated, and Rival Gardner quickly followed suit. Oxonian purists then went to the desperate length of putting up Cambridge University's frosty Critic F. R. Leavis, the scholarly exponent of Novelist D. H. Lawrence...