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...back a flood by placing an icon on the beach and declaring that the waters would not go past it. Another time he thwarted a forest fire by similar means. He lived in a cave, wore a deerskin cassock and slept on a wooden bench with bricks for his pillow. As a missionary, he defended the Aleuts against the traders who exploited them. He ran a school and orphanage for the natives, among whom-even in his own lifetime-he was popularly regarded as a saint. Last week the Orthodox Church in America made it official. In richly traditional ceremonies...
Shirley MacLaine's screen career careens from pillow to lamppost. She specializes in playing lovable, indomitable whores (Some Came Running, Irma La Douce, Sweet Charity), a role she sashays through once again in Two Mules for Sister Sara. In this one, Shirley is supposed to be a nun but the fact that she is a hooker in disguise comes as more of a surprise to Co-Star Clint Eastwood than it does to the audience...
...work, the Sidney Furie film During One Night, and Hollywood followed. By the end of her stay there, the bottom pinchers and a California crime scare had reduced her to sleeping with a tear-gas gun under her pillow. She was also scared off by the proffered parts, some of the available co-stars ("I had never acted opposite a brick wall before"), and the long-indenturing contracts proposed by two studios. After five months, she headed home with nothing to show but a 30,000-word journal, a real-life Nathanael West work that is too libelous to publish...
...dried-out writer, Bech loses some sustaining irony as he gets closer to home. In London, an aggressive young scholar browbeats Bech into explaining his work. A rich young cutie looks up from her pillow and smugly suggests that he "learn to replace ardor with art." Back home, a former student gives him pot and he vomits...
...Manhattan is an island of anguish and delight; so is marriage. Manhattan is an incessant roar of competitive egos; marriage is a subdued echo of the same. Manhattan is a meeting of strangers; marriage is a mating of strangers. Manhattan is a war of nerves; marriage is a ferocious pillow-fight battle of the sexes. The links do not stop there. The tempo of Manhattan is a kind of running fever; modern marriage runs a fever, and the partners are always taking its temperature. It simply is not the placid old heaven-ordained, till-death-do-us-part, for-better...