Word: sadnesses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...into the valley of bitterness. I've never been motivated by any persistent strong feeling against white people. Thank God, I've never lost my anger, though, and I've used it sometimes. White people are like colored. They are glad and sad. They know poverty and trouble and divorce and sickness. I may be an incurable optimist, but I believe there are more people who want to do good than do evil. The Negro couldn't have made it without the help of some white people...
Private Vaslly Terkin was the eternal Sad Sacha, and his fictional military exploits poked sly fun at Soviet officerdom throughout World War II. Russians complained mightily when his creator, Poet Aleksandr Trifonovich Tvardovsky, failed to bring him home from the wars. Last week, to their delight, Vasily was back-with a difference...
...guided always by its sole esthetic law: music must be unobtrusive. Ensuring that Muzak never intrudes, Program Director Donald M. O'Neill, the top banana of the piped-in music world, frowns on jazz, vocal music of any kind, classics, instrumental solos, everything set in minor keys (too sad), and anything else that lasts more than three minutes. O'Neill, his ten musicologists and his 35 arrangers, all work for a "functional sound" that fits into their "stimulus chart." Whenever they notice something in their music that grasps their own attention, they say, "The skeleton's showing...
...Tone stars in Bicycle Ride to Nevada, an adaptation of Barnaby Conrad's novel Dangerfield, which deals with a Nobel prizewinner novelist who has slid down his 50s into alcoholism (Sept. 26). Conrad was once literary secretary to Sinclair Lewis. Edward Albee has adapted The Ballad of the Sad Café, Carson McCullers' dark-visionary study of human grotesques (Oct. 30). Paddy Chayefsky, shrewdly going for new ground every time out, has written The Passion of Josef D., a view of Joseph Stalin from 1917 to 1924, from the Revolution to the death of Lenin...
Kops hates himself, and he has reasons, as he drifts "up and down, delirious or sad, exhibitionistic and intense" among the assorted spivs and queers of Soho and London's wide bohemian fringelands. "I was a member of a new minority where my Jewish neurosis suddenly became an attribute. So I became a permanent fixture and at first it was a giggle...