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...Pantheon Books...
Student drama is a veritable institution. It ranks in the pantheon of other student activities, where the entire roller-coaster of the world diminishes into insignificance against the `student production.' We can, but we won't, talk of student journalism (dreadful), sports, films, politics and music. Such an elysian delight to arrive fresh-faced from high school and pick and choose among multiple student personae. In my college in Oxford, the educational habitation of Oscar Wilde, the penchant for extreme effeminacy and decadence was the mask of many arrivals. Why not waltz with youthful freedom amidst such variety...
...Prince/ And < I am funky/ I am Prince/ The one and only." It's no idle boast. The record, his first since signing an unprecedented $100 million deal with Warner Records earlier this year, aims -- and succeeds -- at nothing less than reasserting his rightful place in the pop pantheon. Effortlessly inventive and seething with melodic and rhythmic vitality, this collection of raunchy rap riffs, detonating dance rhythms and silky soul ballads is Prince's best album in years, proving that his pioneering amalgam of funk, rock and pop is as fresh and potent as ever...
Upon this premise, Appel cantilevers the argument that "Yes" versus "No" is the primary aesthetic division of the 20th century. He outlines a hypothetical, prescriptive bookshelf spanning the range of 20th century art. The "No" shelf includes Kafka, T.S. Eliot, George Grosz and the pantheon of Pop art, which emphasize chaos and mass hysteria in the modern age and the mob of mankind. This is the "No" that is countered by the affirmative "Yes" of Matisse, Lachaise, Brancusi and Delaunay, Joyce, Nabokov and Chagall, along with "Yes" shelfmates W. B. Yeats, Wallace Stevens, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, Richard Wilbur...
...John Updike, who has served under three New Yorker managements, contributes 'Playing with Dynamite,' a poignant tale of aging in the '90s. Its last six words might describe the current situation at the New Yorker: '. . . between chaos and an airier pantheon.' It is too early for a prediction, but I'd bet pantheon...