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...opera? State Opera Director Rolf Liebermann clearly thought it belonged in an opera house; he commissioned the piece, called Kyldex 1, as the 23rd and final new work to open under his imprimatur at Hamburg (he now moves to the Paris Opera). So did the man who created Kyldex, Parisian Kinetic Artist Nicolas Schöffer, 60, who spoke of his audiovisual creation as "a new step on the road toward communication and the socialization...
...into a mistress I had during my last year at school," wrote the Parisian diarist Edmond de Goncourt in 1855, the year in which an unknown 14-year-old apprentice named Pierre Auguste Renoir sat painting flowers on teacups, 60 the dozen, in a china shop in Rue du Temple. "There were still girls like her in those days, girls with a little of the grisette left under their cashmere shawls...She was still the same girl, with the eyes I had loved, her little nose, the lips flat as if crushed by kisses, the supple figure...
...magazine. Glaser ended the magazine's frequent practice of superimposing captions and photo inserts on page-size pictures and established a firm separation between text and illustrations. He installed a new type face and a uniform layout for feature stories. In two new special-interest sections on Parisian entertainment and city life, Glaser borrowed some graphic tricks from his own work at New York: colored pages or borders, boxed stories and charts, regular use of cartoon illustrations, an eye-catching mixture of white space and type. After this 26-hour ordeal, Prouvost immediately approved the design and Glaser...
MIDNIGHT OIL by V.S. Pritchett. The second installment of the celebrated British critic's charming autobiography tells how he became a writer and Parisian sophisticate during the 1920s...
...probably the worst and certainly the most tiresome in this less than gripping display of good intentions. For one thing, the story is endless, seventy pages long. Fifty longer than it need be. It is also mercilessly superficial, and badly written. Jack Orkney's socialism, like Parisian communism and New York radical chic, is actually only another throb in the bleeding heart of liberalism. The politics here described are, no less disappointingly, such now antiquated rituals (once known and loved) as the sit-in, the pray-in, the fast-in Jack Orkney's complaint, if I may improve...