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This year 123 sponsors put up a formidable candidate: protean Poet-Novelist Robert Graves, who lives on Majorca with his family, two poodles, a passel of cats and a donkey. He promised to lecture "about poetry" because "at universities they don't know anything about it." Kingmaker Starkie got herself nominated, and Rival Gardner quickly followed suit. Oxonian purists then went to the desperate length of putting up Cambridge University's frosty Critic F. R. Leavis, the scholarly exponent of Novelist D. H. Lawrence...
...Digest editor and best-selling novelist, whose prolix portraits included purveyors of religion (The Cardinal) as well as purveyors of bourbon (Water of Life), and who confessed himself "delighted" with being called slick; of complications from burns suffered last month in a bathtub; in New York City. A protean penman, Robinson's nonfiction ranged from Private Virtue, Public Good, an anti-Rooseveltian treatise later reprinted in 1,000,000 copies after it appeared as a Digest article in 1938, to A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake, an exercise in academic detection...
Attending a preview of a huge Pablo Picasso art show at London's famed Tate Gallery, Britain's Prince Philip was less than impressed by the master's protean efforts. Many newshounds, trailing Philip as he inspected the paintings and other works, distinctly heard him snicker on occasion. Beyond that, accounts varied. The London Daily Herald was certain that Philip had muttered: "I sometimes wonder if the customers understand...
...protean, pug-faced Max Lerner, 57, expressionism is the word. As a New York Post-based columnist, he freely tackles anything-sex, sin, psychology, God, gold, politics. As a U.S. historian (Brandeis University), he refuses to be typed: "In an era of the specialist, I make an appeal for the vocation of the generalist...
...famed clutter of Picasso's studio is by now fairly familiar, with its menagerie of goats, dogs, pigeons, chickens. What Duncan's photo-reporting does is catch the warmth, richness, foolishness and occasional moodiness of the most protean, joyous, impish and intense artist of the century. The most interesting shots are of Picasso hamming it up. Duncan caught him greeting a fine day by dancing on the balcony in a petticoat and an African helmet, wearing an apelike mask, trying a ballet pas de deux with Jacqueline...