Word: rhythm
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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South Africa, 1958. Red dust, low green hills. A bride and groom make their way through a crowd of swaying villagers who clap and chant a ritual wedding song. Tribesmen draped in striped blankets beat the rhythm on painted drums. After the marriage feast, the couple walk in the countryside. She gathers the train of her bridal dress with one hand; the other is intertwined in his. "If only we didn't have to go back," he says. She looks up, all fresh anticipation. "I wonder what our life will be like?" she asks. Then: "I know one thing. Life...
...unfinished or otherwise. Rather, it is an act of merchandising that will divert attention from A Capote Reader, a generous collection of traditional fiction and imaginative journalism that invites renewed appreciation of one of the most gifted writers of his generation. "He writes the best sentences word for word, rhythm upon rhythm," wrote Norman Mailer nearly 30 years ago. The early Southern stories have the delicate tinkle of glasses of iced tea; a touch sweet, perhaps, but clean and cool. "The Headless Hawk" (1946) is set in Manhattan and offers a sketch of the author as he may have seen...
Welcome to Salzburg, in August the classical-music world's equivalent of Cannes. To be sure, there are no topless starlets, cigar-smoking producers or interminable socialist-realist films from Rumania. Still, the music business has a hype and rhythm all its own. Posters of such performers as Conductor Herbert von Karajan (a native son), Soprano Kathleen Battle, Conductor Riccardo Muti and Violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter are plastered in shop windows. Managers from the U.S. and Europe gather to plot the careers of performers and ensembles. Diners at the swank Goldener Hirsch restaurant near the Festspielhaus burst into applause whenever...
Along about sundown, the cocktail shakers begin their rumba-like rhythm. Knots of friends and neighbors, English speakers all, gather to gossip or reminisce. Then someone will raise a glass to their common good fortune. After all, not everyone can live in paradise, and not everyone wants...
...play better and a good play terrific. Some equate the Abbott touch with speed, a notion that horrifies Abbott, who deplores farces that look as if they had been directed with a stopwatch. What is important to him is keeping the action alive and eliminating anything that breaks the rhythm of the show. "Pace is a matter of taste," he says. "It means keeping the action alive. But that can be done with pauses as well as with picking up cues. It means not having any deadwood." Using that criterion, he discarded what even he thought was a good number...