Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...forest. Lately Marchand, like Van Gogh before him, had made a pilgrimage to Arles and developed a new palette there. Reds, phosphorescent greens and blues, and jet black were his standbys now. Some of his pictures looked like the negatives of color photos, with red skies, blue suns, green sand and black and green nudes. "Color doesn't interest me," he said flatly. "I am trying to extract light from all objects...
...pictures seemed to radiate light. There were glowing little pointings labeled Lemons and Oranges, Radishes, or just plain Fruit, but never "Still Life." Marchand hates the term nature morte, never uses it. "Nature," he says, "is never dead." His paintings of bulls silhouetted against hot-colored sand were even livelier than the still lifes. Says Marchand, who returned from Arles with a headful of fact & fancy about fighting bulls: "Do you know they always die at night, standing up, their eyes turned toward the moon...
...atmosphere at the Winter White House began to quicken. Mrs. Truman and Margaret prepared to return to Washington. The President and his advisers got ready to draft the State of the Union Address, the Budget Message and the President's Economic Report. Written within sight of the sand, sun and sea, they would still have to bear, for delivery in January, the proper tone of heaviness and contention, so necessary to state messages...
Somewhere along the line from Algeria to Tunisia to Sicily to Italy, Noles was bitten by a sand flea. In southern Italy he came down with aches, chills and fever. Doctors said it was malaria, and dosed him with quinine. Off & on, after settling down again at home in La Grange, Ga., Veteran Noles kept getting his old aches and fevers. He had no pep, lost...
...appeal that they seem hardly worth saving. The death of one and the madness of the other seem appropriate but by no means tragic ends. Much as she cares for Port, Kit makes love to his best friend and tripmate, Tunner, in a train compartment, again on a sand dune as Port lies dying. Kit and Port, with their indistinct backgrounds and motives, are largely novelist's puppets, and Tunner is a collard lightweight who is used to fill out the classic triangle...