Word: seemly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...contradictions-a revolutionary junta of old-fashioned politicos and new young Nasserite soldiers whose direction no one can yet predict. The new Ministers of Finance and "Guidance" (propaganda), among others, once resigned from Parliament over the government's refusal to nationalize the oil industry. But the rebels seem content for the moment to keep old contracts and, in time, to negotiate (as Nuri wanted to do) for a higher share of the royalties...
...writer Arthur Train. Over Pernods at the Chaplain bar in Montparnasse, they agreed that the world badly needed a new little magazine, and scraped together $ 1,000 to start it. Their complaint: "Laden with terms like 'architectonic,' 'Zeitgeist' and 'dichotomous,' the literary magazines seem today on the verge of doing away with literature, not with any philistine bludgeon, but by smothering it under the weight of learned chatter." The Review "put criticism where we thought it belonged: in the back of the book," says Plimpton...
Indeed, that ghost and a somewhat inane collection of conversation and childhood incident called "Cousin Jack" are the only real faults of the current issue. Hill, Hickock, Claude McNeal (who edites the magazine along with Hickock) and a couple of the female poets seem to be looking at Eliot as a mentor or an enemy--but not looking beyond him. A bogus character named T.E. Stearns goes on for several pages of Eliot parody--which should have gone out of fashion several decades...
...first glance, France's acclaimed Nathalie Sarraute (56) writes like a woman who has lost her novelist's wits. Her characters are anonymous, shadowlike creatures who seem to take turns living first in feverish madness, then in tiresome mediocrity. They know each other, but what binds them together is neither friendship nor love but a mixture of sickly attraction and grisly revulsion. Jean Paul Sartre, contributing an enthusiastic forward, explains: "If we take a look at what goes on inside people, we glimpse a moiling of flabby, many-tentacled evasions . . . Roll away the stone of the commonplace...
Bisset had six years in sail, scrambling out on the swaying yards to clew up a topgallant sail, growing calluses on his knees from holystoning the wooden decks with "Bibles" (big stones) and "prayer books" (little ones). Though experiences in a square-rigger would seem to be of small use to the master of a modern liner, Bisset insists there is no better training. Any man in sail had to learn to make right decisions instantly, he argues. That Jimmy Bisset learned his lesson well is shown by his accident-free later service. On the Queen Mary he carried...