Word: pastes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Welcome Advice. Rockefeller modestly does not refer to himself as an art expert but as an art lover. He points out proudly that, under his urging, New York was the first state to set up an arts council. He loves to conduct bemused state legislators through the executive mansion past Calders, Picasso tapestries and Klees, pointing out their hidden beauties. "They have recognized that art is not a liability from a political point of view," he says with delight. In fact, the legislators have voted to open the capitol's corridors to exhibits of artists from different areas. Rockefeller...
Died. Sir Osbert Sitwell, 76, fifth baronet, illustrious man of British letters, who with his equally famed sister, Dame Edith, and brother Sacheverell, devoted a lifetime to baiting the established ideas and figures of his age while celebrating the splendor of the past; of a heart at tack; in Montagnana, Italy. "I belonged," he once wrote, "to the prewar era, a proud citizen of the great free world of 1914, in which comity prevailed." Not for him the modern age, in which "the sabre-toothed tiger and the ant are our paragons, and the butterfly is condemned for its wings...
...woman, both sleek and young, lean against the low expanse of sassy red car that evokes images of unlimited speed. Beneath them a caption blares: "If you haven't got a past yet . . . get a Mach...
...Over the past decade, Maclnnes has celebrated his city and its way-in outsiders in two fair novels and a third that is superb. The three have now been reissued after long neglect, enabling the reader to roam the nightside of London with Maclnnes. Such trips involve whispers, a confusion of lights, pound notes exchanging hands, presences, but most typically a shabby street that could never be found again and a plunge down a dim staircase. At the bottom, a door. Closed, heavy, guarding the Platonic idea of door. Inside, music, smoke, cadenced talk as pungent as the smoke...
Almost as common as a taxi driver's conviction that his experiences would make a terrific book is the delusion that one's fascinating family would make a colorful chronicle. John H. Davis, 39, who has been working on educational projects for the past ten years, first thought that he had a novel in the shirtsleeves-to-Social Register saga of his forebears and contemporaries, the Bouviers. When a cousin named Jacqueline became America's First Lady and then a fabulous folk heroine, it was immediately obvious to the highly motivated men of the book business that...