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...pieties. Amis' convincing impersonation of a Colonel Blimp drifting rightward obliges him to include several mediocre poetic slaps at the left that simply do not meet his own standards. He gives space to a few Americans, including Bret Harte, Robert Frost, Peter de Vries and the late Phyllis McGinley. But he omits John Updike, who, when he chooses to be, is probably the best writer of light verse alive...
DIED. Phyllis McGinley, 72, Pulitzer-prize-winning poet, essayist and author of children's stories; of a stroke; in Manhattan. After a lonely childhood as the daughter of an unsuccessful land speculator, McGinley moved to New York, took a job as a junior high school English teacher, and began selling poems to literary magazines. Asked by New Yorker Fiction Editor Katherine White, "Why do you sing the same sad songs all lady poets sing?" McGinley began to find her own voice and to extol the pleasures and poignancies of the hearth, Memorial Day parades, the smell of charcoal grills...
...fringes of desirable downtown areas. When architects come in to assess conversion problems, they have to take an approach contrary to all of their training; instead of form following function, function has to follow form. "We simply deal with what we find," says Boston Architect Paul McGinley of Anderson Notter Associates Inc. "The old building itself determines the kinds of spaces you make." When the plans are completed, says Architect Roger Lang of Boston's Stahl-Bennett Inc., "you still have to find a banker who is willing to believe that you can make that funny old wharf into...
...Seventy is wormwood/ Seventy is gall/ But it's better to be 70/ Than not alive at all." It is also better to be 71, which is Poet Phyllis McGinley's real age despite the birthday doggerel she composed for herself last week. "It couldn't matter less," she laughed, "now that it's out." Still a vigorous defender of the glories of housewifery, the 1961 Pulitzer prizewinner had little praise for modern poets. "They stopped using rhyme, and they stopped using meter," she complained. "They're just kind of wandering about, like Erica Jong...
Untimely Clock. FAS now faces trouble from another, unlikely quarter: the teaching faculty at Famous Writers School in Westport, Conn. The faculty does not consist of Clifton Fadiman, Bruce Catton, Phyllis McGinley or the twelve other literary luminaries who for undisclosed sums have lent their names and faces to the school's familiar ads ("We're looking for people who want to write"). Rather it is made up of 38 nonfamous writers who actually handle the school's mail-order instruction. Dissatisfied with toiling in regimented obscurity, they formed Local 427 of the Office and Professional Employees...