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...known as the "Harlem Renaissance"; of a heart attack; in Nashville, Tenn. The 1946 musical St. Louis Woman, which presented Pearl Bailey in her first Broadway role, was based on Bontemps' first novel, God Sends Sunday. Poems, plays and biographies flowed from Bontemps' pen, and he was a scholarly anthologist of Negro writing, which he called "the most substantial body of captivity literature in the world since the Bible...
...surface, barbaric ecstasies underneath. The magical music starts, and partners, to their own amazement, find themselves in one another's entranced arms. Just as suddenly the music stops, the trance is over. Then, just as suddenly, there are second partners all round. Before Bradley's pen can reach paper, he falls in love with Arnold's wife and, immediately after, with Arnold's 19-year-old daughter Julian...
During the past 30 years, 20 of them spent working for the CIA, Hunt has managed to write no fewer than 47 novels under a string of pen names: John Baxter, Gordon Davis and Robert Dietrich, as well as David St. John. His chief characters are Agent Ward, a younger version of Hunt himself (they both went to Brown University), and a casual, thrill-hunting Washington C.P.A., Steve Bentley, who describes the nation's capital as "a great town if you've got the stamina of a Cape buffalo and the wealth of a Punjab prince." Most...
...ideas, somebody to write their words for them." This donor is Kilgore Trout, the bedraggled science-fiction writer who, on encountering Dwayne's question ("What is the purpose of life?") as a graffito in a New York movie-theater men's room, finds that he has no pen or pencil with which to write his answer: "To be/the eyes/and ears/and conscience/of the Creator of the Universe/you fool." Trout has been invited to give a speech at the Midland City Festival of the Arts, and he hitchhikes to Midland City. He arrives on the wrong side of town...
...remarkable images on paper since the death of Giacometti. Arikha's drawings of landscapes, old shoes and coats, his own face or that of a friend like Samuel Beckett, may seem frustrating at first. They look messy and disclose themselves slowly. None of the hard, wiry line of pen or silverpoint here; the brush (the kind used in Japan for sumi-e or ink painting) flits and stumbles across the roughly textured page, leaving behind tiny marks that seem knitted or crocheted together...