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...enterprising businessman, Africa is the continent of extremes: nowhere is industry less developed; in few places is there more eventual need for it. A United Nations purvey out this week estimates that industrial production in Arab, black and white Africa will double in the next ten years, and quadruple over the next 20 years. But all this is atop a very small base. Per capita industrial output would have to increase 25-fold for Africa to catch up with the current levels in industrialized nations...
...selling prepackaged, high-protein emergency food supplies, and the Mormon church is distributing a two-week supply of emergency rations, packed in a neat metal cylinder, to all its members, along with the urgent suggestion that all good Mormons stockpile a full two-year supply in their larders. Others purvey all-purpose packages, such as the Bolton Farm Packing Co.'s "home survival kits," containing 49 items, from canned water to playing cards. Perhaps the most ghoulish shelter article is the "burial suit," a $50 polyvinyl plastic wrapper for" anyone who dies in a shelter. It contains chemicals...
Conceivably, over this orgy of miscegenation, incest, torture and carnage can be draped some kind of indictment or protest. But in invading the Alabama of Mandingo, the Kirkland who portrayed the Georgia of Tobacco Road seems, steadily and shamelessly, to purvey sensationalism. The result may not be boring, but it is everywhere bad and, in more than one place, backfiringly ludicrous...
...pike, Mickey has been a proselyting pacifist for Jehovah's Witnesses, has taken stock of his literary competition. "All of my early stuff," he says, "is now looked upon as mild. I was the first in the field, but now they've even got women writers who purvey more violence and tough talk than I ever did." Critic Spillane, whose seven books have sold more than 30 million copies, is equally unimpressed by Nobel Prizewinner William Faulkner: "He doesn't write for the people. And why does he go in for all that morbid stuff...
Williams seemed to want to purvey the image of our century's archetypal poet, a very complicated and often irresponsible but enchanting man as good, old, sweet, kind and tolerant Dylan, poet and good fellow, a few steps away from Mr. Chips or Robert Frost or De Lawd in Green Pastures. In short, Mr. Williams's choice of material and his rendition of it have a tinge of the sacdharine as well as a bit of pleasant nostalgia which fail in part to hit the personality of the man or be very characteristic of his work...