Word: scalawags
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...glint of extravagant humor in the recital of the Don's conquests by his servant Leporello, with the list stretching down the steps of his house and out into the garden; but José Van Dam's engaging Leporello is scarcely allowed to become the buffo scalawag that Mozart and Da Ponte had in mind. Edda Moser as Donna Anna, Teresa Berganza as Zerlina, Kenneth Riegel as Don Ottavio, all throw themselves into their roles with intensity, but only the exotic Kiri Te Kanawa, as Donna Elvira, manages to shake off some of Losey's heavy seriousness...
...dwelling in the realm of world power, which he loves. He is not a Philip Nolan because he still resides firmly on U.S. turf, even goes to baseball games. Yet there is a tiny whiffy of The Man Without a Country around the nation's most prominent political scalawag. After five years a sizable segment of America still holds Nixon beyond forgiveness. It may always be thus. He may be ordering his life to acknowledge that...
...will travel throughout 1977 to New York's Museum of Modern Art and to museums in San Francisco, Buffalo and Chicago). With his anarchic sweetness and prodigal talent, Rauschenberg, now 51, has for the best part of 25 years been the enfant terrible of American modernism: a permanent scalawag, handing out indulgences to all comers. He is a model...
Jack Crabb is 121 years old. His eyes are agate chips; senility seeps through the cracks in his voice. But Crabb is not your average superannuated former Indian fighter, former Indian, intimate of Wild Bill Hickok and General George Armstrong Custer, ex-gunslinger, scalawag and drunkard. No sir. He is Little Big Man, sole survivor of the Battle of Little Bighorn. He may tell a stretcher or two, but when he reminisces, graduate students listen. A budding anthropologist starts a tape recorder, Crabb opens his toothless yawp and the saga unfurls...
...neither pretty nor witty, though unmistakably a virgin. He, at 42, was both wag and scalawag, who saw to it that his supposedly torrid love life was the talk of literary London. She was rich and a lady, and loathed the limelight. He was a Socialist and no gentleman, and feasted on celebrity. It seemed on all counts an improbable match; yet by Shavian standards it had a certain compelling illogic. As it turned out, the marriage of George Bernard Shaw and Charlotte Frances Payne-Townshend lasted 45 years and was, by any measure, a fairly successful...