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...Good Light, by Karl Bjarnhof. A moving sequel to a fine novel (The Stars Grow Pale), the book tells of an adolescent boy in an institution for the blind, who slowly loses his sight but retains his sanity and love of life...
...before his eyes; he has gone completely blind. Danish Author Karl Bjarnhof, 61, has an un nerving intimacy with this scene and subject, for, at the age of 19, he lost his sight. The Good Light continues the fictionalized autobiography Bjarnhof began with his remarkable The Stars Grow Pale (TIME, April 28, 1958), taking his hero from boyhood into adolescence. The new book defies the law of sequels by being every whit as good as the first...
...four Austrian Baroque sculptures depicting three saints and the Virgin, recall the tendency of that period and that country to sweeten religion. Yet the artist gave these less-than-profound figures and their billowing garb linear fluidity and much plastic interest. Characterized by an adept handling of color, especially pale reds and blue-greens, the Dutch painting portrays Christ on the way to Calvary with expressive, distorted figures...
Factories for Atmosphere. The man behind these vibrant creations is surprisingly round, of belly, of face and of pale blue eye. Raised in Berlin, he entered the air force right after high school, but was grounded in a comparatively safe post because his two older brothers had already been killed. As a student at Berlin's Academy of Fine Arts after the war, he was a disciple of Rodin, but Kricke's independence of mind soon asserted itself to make him unpopular with his academic teachers. He moved to Duesseldorf because ''it has a certain dynamism...
...plain that the supremely confident soloists required had not been found, the horn being a notoriously intractable beast. There was volume, but no dash, nor was the Orchestra able to warm to its part in the proceedings. Unhappily, the Brahms Tragic Overture also turned out in a pale, unsatisfying version. The opening was uncomfortably ponderous rather than massive, while the uncanny march towards the middle was revved up to a prosaic speed...