Word: sharing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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BOBBY GOLDSBORO: HONEY (United Artists). Goldsboro makes a full-time business of country corn, and he manages to harvest a goodly share of tear-jerking hits. His specialties are such songs as Honey, a pitiful plaint by a new widower whose wife went to the angels before her time, and With Pen in Hand (scribbled by Goldsboro himself), an equally lachrymose ballad about a husband whose wife is throwing him out of the house before he's ready to split. Goldsboro fans love such treacle; judging by his whine, so does...
ALDOUS HUXLEY, by John Atkins; THE HUXLEYS, by Ronald W. Clark. Cynic or mystic? Humanist or cold fish? Both books get close to the answers as they dissect the puzzling genius whose family contributed more than its share of intellectual heavyweights...
Thousands of refugees from the war zone have filled Biafra's towns to overflowing; other thousands are packed into refugee camps that have neither enough food nor enough medicine. At Umuaka Camp near Port Harcourt, where 100 refugees have to share a 15-by-15-foot room, the daily ration consists of two cups of cassava, a starchy, sawdust-like root. When Wilde visited there, a child had just died-it was a year and a half old and weighed no more than eight pounds. Its mother was too weak to brush the flies off the body. "This...
...that he has won many a tough one before. He cleaned out the well-entrenched B-girls on Bourbon Street and also took on eight local judges, winning the right to criticize them in the U.S. Supreme Court. On the other side, local enemies, of whom he has his share, recall that he was discharged from the Army for mental reasons and that he has a sister who has been hospitalized as a schizophrenic...
...regardless of point-of-view and our knowledge of the intensity of her purpose, Julie's killings if understandable, are nonetheless private acts in which we cannot share. Flashback sequences, so purgative and cathartic in Hitchcock, are coldly detached in The Bride Wore Black, existing in a no-man's-land between Julie and the audience; the slow motion sequence is stylistically justifiable only if we interpret Coutard's contemplative panning as emerging from a half-memory of Julie's too personal for us to experience. The last shot of the film also deprives us of the vision...