Word: manners
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...stories comprise what is worth reading in the rest of The Editor. One, in West Indian dialect and called The Prophet, is by Keith Lowe. The story doesn't really overcome the contrived manner of the dialect, which in any tongue has of course been successful only seldom. But it is unusual in its subject, the coming and going, if that's the right word, of a prophet to the Islands. Elaine Ford's The Foil lacks any development of a third character, Berthe, in a love story which is rather nicely handled in her clean style...
...considerable cost to their own self-respect, the Yugoslavs-whose Party Congress is already being cold-shouldered by Western Socialist Parties because Tito has two prewar Socialist leaders behind bars-humbly worded their program in a more pro-Soviet manner. Khrushchev decided that the change was not enough, and Red China and all the Communist satellites followed suit in boycotting the Ljubljana meeting. In isolation but still firmly in control of his own show, Tito last week allowed himself to be unanimously re-elected President of Yugoslavia for a third term of four years. In a speech before Parliament...
...retired nurses' fund, Britain's Prime Minister Harold Macmillan opened up his Sussex home to the public for one day, gathered more than $500 for the charity from some 2,000 who paid admissions, sipped soft drinks, gawked at the handsome gardens. In his best country-gentleman manner, the Prime Minister posed on the steps of Birch Grove House with wife Lady Dorothy and six blooming grandchildren: Anne Faber, 13, Alexander Macmillan, 14, Adam Macmillan, 10, Mark Faber, 7, Michael Faber, 12, and Joshua Macmillan...
...princely rogue (Richard Todd), his manner as cool as the Lagonda he drives, enters the villa and announces that he is her brother. He sports the right tattoo, recites her favorite rhyme, even knows how to mix the apéritif she guzzles before a swim. When she calls a friendly, reliable old uncle (Alexander Knox) to denounce the rascal, uncle celebrates his nephew's reincarnation. Then a couple of creepy, creeping servants jangle her nerves even more. Who is the hero? Is it the sad-mouthed police comisario (Herbert Lorn) who lurks in the shadows? Is there...
Miss Jackson carries off all this in a cool manner: the irony manner gets out of hand. If the novel, a short one by all odds, seems at times on the long side, this is because she is carefully shading her characters and needs space to do so. The book doesn't seem to have any compelling or original themes that have not popped up in high-class escape writing before; but as a tightly and incisively constructed piece, worthy of a goodly bit of concentration, it rates very well indeed...