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...escaped to London just before World War I, and, with the help of her gifted brothers, Osbert and Sacheverell, soon established a salon in her attic apartment. Her verse ranged from the once avant-garde fun of Facade to social comment in Gold Coast Customs and religious visions in her late work. Poetry, she thought, "springs from the essential nature of things." and she sought essential things fn nature, as with her lines...
...them, Dame Edith herself, with Peter Pears, has performed the work for London Records. Where Gingold dramatizes the poems, Sitwell chants her surrealistic lines like a hypnotist, sometimes at breakneck speed. "We sought to reach a country between music and poetry, like the border between waking and dreaming." Sir Osbert Sitwell has explained. Gingold and Oberlin are too wide-awake...
...thrash you till you are." For centuries, guided by such rough-and-ready principals, Eton turned out 19 Prime Ministers, hundreds of British M.P.s, and presumably won the battle of Waterloo on its playing fields. But in this querulous century, in novels and memoirs, such latter-day Etonians as Osbert Sitwell, Aldous Huxley, Cyril Connolly and George Orwell have all looked back in irony or outrage at the cult of games, the bullying and beatings, the high premium placed by school authorities on well-organized mediocrity...
TALES MY FATHER TAUGHT ME, by Sir Osbert Sitwell (207 pp.; Liftle, Brown; $4.75). As a family, the Sitwells-Sir Osbert, Dame Edith and just plain Sachev-erell-have got more literary linage out of self-exposure, on the basis of less actual literary accomplishment, than any artistic dynasty in history. Osbert. who earlier dealt exhaustively with all his relatives in his autobiography Left Hand, Right Hand!, has now found that its five stout volumes were not enough. Tales My Father Taught Me, the latest entry in this sibling revelry, is an afterpiece entirely devoted to his patrician papa...
...George Reresby Sitwell had no Napoleonic dreams; he was much too pleased with himself as he was. His passion was for messing about with the landscape of his native Derbyshire, creating grandiose gardens, installing great sheets of water, commanding elegant distant views. ".Such a mistake," he told Osbert, "to have friends: they waste one's time." Not wasting his own. Sir George did voluminous research on "The Correct Use of Seaweed as an Article of Diet," worked on a walking stick designed to squirt vitriol at mad dogs, planned an illustrated pamphlet entitled The Twenty-seven Postures...