Word: malleteers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...WITCHES by Françoise Mallet-Joris. 391 pages. Farrar, Straus & Giroux...
...Françoise Mallet-Joris's observation is unusually wary and intense, perhaps because her creatures move in a society held rigid by theology where diabolism is as real as rock-a milieu not merely strange but very nearly incomprehensible to a mind formed in the 20th century. A modern student can read the documents-the witch-burners were articulate enough-but statistics and dry records are unlikely to convey to him any idea of the atmosphere that hangs for days, according to the author, in a town square after a witch has been burned. Is the smell...
...Novelist Mallet-Joris, however, seems imaginatively sure of the answers. She is a Belgian educated at Bryn Mawr. It is not frivolous to say that she learned the feel of the late 16th and early 17th centuries by writing these novels, and that she wrote them in order to learn. Ordinary historical research, the reading of the documents, was only a beginning; the more important part of her learning, it is clear, came as her characters took form and motion. What clay and what fire make a witch? Write a novel, watch, and find out. The method works...
Into the Zendo. The day at Tassajara begins at 4:40 a.m. with the sound of a tinkling hand bell and the han-a length of ash planking that is struck with a wooden mallet. Students must report to the zendo (meditation hall) by 5. As each person enters the zendo, he bows to the platform that holds the Buddha, burning incense, the roshi and Zen priests. After removing his shoes, the student arranges his zafu (black cushion), adopts the lotus position, and meditates for 40 minutes...
...Positive Golf, watched Dow Finsterwald's Golf Tips on TV, and visited a Sam Snead Driving Range three times a week. He used balls with rubber centers, steel centers and liquid centers, switched from a cash-in putter to a bull's-eye putter to a mallet-head putter. And he still couldn't break 100. "I don't understand it," he complained. "I played worse last year than the year before, and worse the year before than the year before that." Asked a friend: "How are you doing now?" Sighed Henry: "I'm already...