Word: samuel
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Film, written by Samuel Beckett, played both the Venice and New York fests. It is a stark, black-and-white portrait of an old man who awaits death in a small, lonely room. Seeking absolute solitude, he turns out his cat and dog, closes the curtains, covers the parrot cage and goldfish bowl with his coat, and blacks out the room's only mirror. Finally, he destroys the last reference to the world in which he has lived, a packet of old photographs. But he cannot escape himself, and as he lifts his eyes to the barren wall before...
ISAAC STERN (Columbia). The violin concertos of Samuel Barber and Paul Hindemith test Stern's talents in contrasting ways. For Barber, the violin must gently caress the lush phrases and clearly sing the profusion of simple melodies. With Hindemith, the instrument becomes one of dark conflict. Stern is superbly in control of both, as is Leonard Bernstein conducting the New York Philharmonic...
SPRING TIDES by Samuel Eliot Morison. 80 pages. Houghton Mifflin...
...salt has never lost its savor for Samuel Eliot Morison of Boston. As a boy, he mastered the literature of the sea from Aeschylus to Conrad. As a man, he became a famous historian of the sea (Admiral of the Ocean Sea, History of U.S. Naval Operations in World War II). Man and boy, he sailed "down north and up along" the coast of Maine and Nova Scotia summer after summer, and made voyages of opportunity in all quarters of the globe. Now, in a brief delightful memoir, the old salt recalls with affection some of the finest hours...
...sealed off from the rest of the world by a wall of unread books. At the wall's foundation are the Pickwick Papers, Moby Dick, Paradise Lost, Plato's Dialogues, Henry James, Boswell's Johnson, and countless other classics. At eye level are Paul Tillich and Samuel Eliot Morison, Barbara Tuchman and Anne Morrow Lindbergh, O'Hara, Mailer, Roth, Updike and Gunter Grass. "The multitude of books," as Voltaire observed, "is making us ignorant." Voltaire should be alive today...