Word: sagan
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...course, the sale of his memoirs. One of the West Coast's top literary agents, Irving ("Swifty") Lazar, said that Nixon has signed a contract with him to negotiate with publishers. Lazar, 67, represents such luminaries as Vladimir Nabokov, Arthur Schlesinger Jr., Irwin Shaw, Theodore White, Françoise Sagan and Billy Wilder. Lazar expects Nixon to write three volumes. The first will trace his life through his first term as President; the second will cover his foreign policy achievements and contacts with world leaders; the third will deal with Watergate. "I think he's going to tell...
Despite more than two decades of triumphs (Bonjour Tristesse, A Certain Smile), French Novelist Françoise Sagan, 39, has had more than her share of personal woes. After two divorces, a couple of car accidents and some sizable gambling losses, small wonder that the consummate writer of romances should have earned a reputation for the consumption of spirits. "I drink sometimes, but a lot less than I used to," she told the Italian magazine Gente this month. "When you drink, the time arrives when you don't eat any more; if you don't eat, then...
...Carl Sagan, 39, director of Cornell's Laboratory for Planetary Studies, is the nation's leading researcher and writer in exobiology the study of extraterrestrial life. A former Harvard astronomer, he has helped develop models for the atmospheres of other planets and for the conditions on primitive earth. He and a Cornell colleague created the celebrated "extraterrestrial message," showing a nude man and woman along with mathematical and astronomical symbols, that rode out of the solar system aboard Pioneer...
...book, Sagan has dusted off two characters from Castle in Sweden, a play she wrote in 1963, and transported them to France. They are the twins Sebastian and Eleanor van Milhem, a leggy, radiantly idle, thoroughly decadent pair. In Scars on the Soul she permits them to coast through the usual romantic adventures, playing around with love, despair and death. From time to time, however, she interrupts the narrative with private memories and uneasy rhetorical questions. Samples: "Who reads Proust?" and "What about you, dear readers, what are your lives like...
...Sagan can still write gracefully about solitude, imagination and love. But it is hard to care very much that she feels modern life is "truly unacceptable to any civilized person." One possibly inadvertent revelation is notable. The book shows a constant, dismal preoccupation with the author's public image. Like her characters, she is unvaryingly selfconscious, whether gloomy or skittish ("Tm raving and talking nonsense, but so what!"). Early on, Françoise Sagan confides: "I even doubt whether I'll show this to my publisher." There was merit in that doubt...