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...founders are still experimenting with unusual lighting effects. If you dance near one of the high frequency stroboscopic lights, your partner's smooth motion becomes a panorama of frozen positions superimposed on each other. Soon an IBM computer will be moved in to help control the blinking red and blue lights. And if you take your date over to a corner, about all you can see in the ultraviolet light is her glowing blouse and nail-polish...
...BEST TIMES, by John Dos Passes. An informal canter through a "narrative panorama" of the U.S. of the recent past. Historian-Journalist Dos Passes, having suffered ideological tumbles on both the left and right, now has come to rest on a distrust of all systems that claim to improve mankind at the cost of freedom...
...stenographic interviews, the conscientious catalogues of someone's wardrobe, someone else's orange-crate kitchen shelf. In a foreword, Lewis makes an effort to summarize, for non-sociologists, the book's message. In most ways, this summary is more successful and more illuminating than the ensuing panorama of unbridled...
...when Dos Passos wrote The Big Money, the second novel of the U.S.A. trilogy, a TIME cover story (Aug. 10, 1936) saw him mainly as a valuable contemporary historian, a journalist of genius rather than a novelist-the composer, as Dos Passos puts it now, of "a narrative panorama to which I saw no end." These judgments pertain today, though it is also true that the work that stood "midway between history and fiction" was fiction all along. Dos Passes' bare, flat non-style, in which events-tragical, comical, pastoral or historical-were impersonally told in the same tone...
Pravda sneeringly called it a "Holly wood panorama." Indeed, President Johnson's Asian odyssey did at times seem more like a Bob Hope extrava ganza (The Road to Manila?) than a diplomatic errand of potential historic significance. The star of the show basked in all the attention he was getting from Hawaiian hula dancers and Samoan chieftains, spear-brandishing Maori warriors and confetti-throwing Aussies. His hand was puffed and bleeding from countless handshakes, his voice hoarse from scores of official and unofficial speeches, his feelings bruised by catcalling Vietniks and placards bearing such slogans as THE YELLOW ROGUE...