Word: majorca
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Senior Editor Peter Bird Martin traveled to Majorca to meet the man himself. Martin missed a connection in London and arrived at Villa Fielding a day late. "I got there in the middle of a luncheon Nancy Fielding and her husband had arranged for the TIME team," says Martin. "Our correspondent, Gavin Scott, and Photographer Ben Martin were already there, awash in the famed Fielding charm. I had to keep reminding myself that however much we liked him, we also had to evaluate his book." For Martin, the most memorable moment of the visit was reached at dinner, when Fielding...
...readers to steerburgers in Italy. And Temple Fielding is special. He is a superpatriotic expatriate (witness the U.S. flag that flies from the fender of his siren-equipped Cadillac convertible) and a Swinburned sentimentalist. Although he has lived abroad for 18 years, most of them on the island of Majorca, he does not speak a foreign language. His son Dodge, a senior at New York's Hamilton College, recalls an awkward scene one day when Fielding kept telling a Spanish cab driver that he wanted to pick up some cojónes (testicles); he meant cajónes (boxes). In his politics...
...Simon," as in Simon Legree; Nancy is "Den Mother"; Joe Raff is "Tío Pepe"); Judy is "Kid Chocolate"; and Bone, naturally, is "Billy Bones." Home is headquarters, and headquarters is home: Villa Fielding, a $400,000 estate in the beach resort of Formentor, a 1½-hour drive across Majorca from Palma, the Spanish island's capital. The staff spends anywhere from two to seven months a year on the road, inspecting new hotels and restaurants, revisiting those already mentioned in the guide. When a trip is in the offing, Villa Fielding becomes a sort of MI 6 command post...
...blazes on Majorca for ten months of the year. It lights the baked forms with a harsh kind of super-reality. The sallow leaves of a dead cactus writhe upward like a petrified fountain. A palm hangs against the sky like a bursting skyrocket. On the ground, a beetle crawls. Above it, crouches a man - no figment of a dream but a com pact figure with grey thinning hair, a potato nose, and dressed all in sober brown. "Once," he "I was passionate about insects. I painted many of them." In fact, he still does...
...same time, Joan (pronounced Jo-ahn) Miró is wide awake. He rises early in the morning, puts in a quick ten minutes of exercise, by 8 a.m. is hard at work in the white stucco studio in Majorca designed for him by Architect Jose Luis Sert, in 1956. Both the studio and the 13-room, 200-year-old stone farmhouse behind it which serves Miró as an annex, are crammed with his new paintings and sculptures. Among them stand the found objects that furnish at once a touchstone to reality and the impetus to further dreams: a child...