Word: mallets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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HOUSE OF LIES, by Françoise Mallet-Joris (311 pp.; Farrar, Straus & Cudahy; $3.75), is a novel with a curiously old fashioned, even Gothic air. An old, wealthy brewer is slowly dying of heart disease in a provincial Belgian town. Around him hovers a cluster of relatives who live for nothing more than the huge fortune they hope to slice. Only one person cares nothing for his money-an illegitimate daughter whom he has acknowledged, taken into his home and educated. Anything but original as a plot-but Author Françoise Mallet-Joris, still only 27, has already...
...most of the sculpting has been done by dynamite and bulldozer, but Ziolkowski hopes to get within six inches of the lines of the face by the end of this summer. Then he can get down to detailed carving with jackhammer, and finally with mallet and chisel. On top of his mountain he can see far into the future. "There is where the university will be," he says, "and over here the medical center. The series of lakes will run down that meadow. There will be an airstrip, 7,200 feet long, out there by the highway...
...knowing chuckle from the inscrutable Mona Lisa, and screwed up his rubbery face with Chaplinesque glee as Baby Doll rolled out of her famed crib. As Eugene the Clubman he was defied by gravity. The Nairobi Trio, composed of three derbied apes, played a hilarious composition for xylophone, mallet and finger bone. There was even a custard...
...Mallet Case. In Garfield, N.J., two weeks after he was questioned and found not guilty of street fighting, Martin Ressnick was haled into the same courtroom, admitted that during his first visit he had swiped the magistrate's gavel...
What keeps The Red Room from becoming a sexual saturnalia is that it traces the contours of the heart as well as the flesh. Colette-like in its rhythms, Author Mallet-Joris' prose moves in sensuous counterpoint between "beauty, cruelty, voluptuousness and suffering, all equally delicious." What is not delicious about Hélène and what finally destroys her relationship with Jean is her feral determination to belong only to herself. Outwardly unmarred but inwardly depraved, she is a female Dorian Gray. But even with an unbeautiful soul, the game of love is scarcely over...