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...shelf that French Critic Claude Roy claims to have taken on his vacation: all of Henry James, Proust, Chekhov and Henri Michaux; three volumes of Sartre's Situations; Isaac Deutscher's Trotsky, in three volumes; four F. Scott Fitzgerald novels and two by Hemingway; six art books; Nan Hoa Tchen King by Tchouang Tzeu; Leopardi's Zibaldone; and Alice in Wonderland...
...Dick Daley, a longtime political pal of the Kennedy clan, has made it known that he favors Bobby. So have a clutch of Northern and Midwestern Governors and state and county party chairmen. From his sickbed in Boston, Ted Kennedy declared himself in on the boomlet. NBC Cor respondent Nan Dickerson reported that Jackie Kennedy would return from cruising Yugoslav waters to attend the convention and "help Bobby." To top it off, convention planners were scheduling a massive tribute to John F. Kennedy. Such a spectacle was bound to incite an instant-bandwagon for Bobby, right there in the convention...
...nothing was said. Harding, of course, was elected, and presided for three years over the most scandal-scarred Administration in U.S. history. After his death in 1923, another woman, Nan Britton, wrote a book describing a long love affair with Harding, one that began in 1917. She had borne his daughter, Nan claimed, and had continued her clandestine affair with Harding through the years of his presidency...
...LIED VON DER ERDE (Deutsche Grammophon) is Gustav Mahler's masterpiece. The song cycle is a rippling reflection of elegiac Chinese moods that now and then surges up to a torrential "Yes!" This version, with Mezzo Soprano Nan Merriman, Tenor Ernst Hafliger and Conductor Eugen Jochum leading the Concertgebouw Orchestra, even surpasses the excellent recording made by Merriman and Hafliger with the Concertgebouw sev en years...
...invoking the perpetually Edwardian world of the British upper-class family, where Nanny's always Nanny and nobody dares call her Nan, Pamela Frankau has performed what must by now be almost a ritually required act for all female British authors. Despite this, the Weston children's summer opens onto satisfyingly sunny uplands of the past. Predictably arch and fey and charming, the characters are nevertheless conveyed with a kind of loving concern that can make even a relative seem momentarily fascinating...