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...silent movies, in which scenes would begin prosaically-with a tea party or dinner in a restaurant-and then break into paroxysms of action. This technique underlies this first novel by Texan Terry Southern, 34, who lives and writes in Switzerland. The book opens quietly at a posh Los Angeles clinic where Dr. Frederick Eichner, "world's foremost dermatologist," listens to the symptoms of a new patient, Felix Treevly. Six pages later the calm is shattered by a verbal and physical violence, and the book careens off on a hounds-and-hares chase that dooms Patient Treevly and involves...
...about denouncing political rivals, rarely failing to kiss his female congregant-constituents as they filed past after his spellbinding sermons. Elected to the House in 1944, he kept piling up fame and fortune, acquired a powder-blue Mark V Jaguar, a destroyer-grey Nash-Healey, two boats, three posh homes. 20 winter suits, and, in lawful succession, two wives. Wife No. 1 was a trim Cotton Club chorine, whom Powell divorced in 1945 ("I fear I just outgrew her"). Wife No. 2 is Jazz Pianist Hazel Scott, who spends most of her time in Paris these days, amid epidemic rumors...
Washington's Evening Star reported one day last week that Boston Big Shot Bernard Goldfine paid posh Burning Tree Club, where White House staffers golf, for the expensive set of Spalding clubs used by Presidential Assistant Sherman Adams. White House Press Secretary James Hagerty efficiently checked with Boss Adams, quickly assured reporters that the whole thing was a false alarm. Sure, Adams got the clubs for nothing, but not from his "old and dear friend" Goldfine, donor of the vicuña coat and the $2,400 Oriental rug. The club-giver turned out to be a Massachusetts theater...
Children in the Museum. During the last 13 years of his life. Gulbenkian lived in a drearily furnished suite of Lisbon's posh little Hotel Aviz, voluntarily separated from his wife and family and the paintings which he sentimentally called "my children." When an old friend pressed him to enliven the bare walls of his rooms with at least one painting, Gulbenkian replied in a rare moment of embitterment, "Do you honestly suppose that besides myself there are fifty men in the world who look at my collection other than through a mist of dollars?" Lost in the mist...
...does that the welfare state has given him the credentials of a gentleman without the cash to be one. George Scott, a young Tory by conversion, puts this plaint best in a section of his autobiography Time and Place: "And so here we are, with our degrees and our posh education, our prideful positions in the public service, our ambitious names in print, trying to get on with the work brought home in the bulging briefcase, while the baby cries in the next room or even in the same room, or while the mortgage slowly and respectably strangles the life...