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...turned in the seat, pulled up her baby-blue skirt and offered two perfect pink buns. In the dark, they glowed like night flowers." Such high school imagery, unavailable in bookstores everywhere since Elia Kazan's last work, The Understudy, is now on display in his latest novel, Acts of Love. The sex is by the numbers, the philosophy has not yet graduated to the sophomoric, the characters are displayed in all their two dimensions, and the narrative is in overdrive...
...wasted much of the 1960s "working on the Nixon finance committee, and I never went to a demonstration in my life until the animals turned me on." By way of explanation, she points to a RESPECT THE ANIMALS DON'T EAT THEM button on her peasant blouse (coordinated skirt, 35? at a rummage sale) and continues: "People are into getting healthy now. I do yoga every night, so I don't go to movies any more. I won't see this one. I'm trying to get into herbs." Another keeper of the flame is Steve...
...weekend at Windsor Castle, Sarah confided, requires a suitcase of clothes?riding habit for morning, day dress for lunch, skirt for tea, long dress for dinner. A bit of formality too: she claims she always calls Charles...
...surrounding ice field began to break up, Uemura found himself trapped on a moving floe with his dogs and sledge. "It is really scary," he noted in his diary. "Huge pieces of ice are slowly revolving around me. Cracks are opening up amidst a roaring, splintering sound." Detouring to skirt the danger area, he was confronted by huge open stretches of water. Overnight, new ice about 10 inches thick formed over the open water. "I made a dash over the new ice," he wrote, "and in about 2½ hours I had made it across to solid ice again...
...subtler was Gail Casson's disquieting solo, "Marooned." A crumpled piece of cloth served in turn as the dancer's nursed and dandled baby, as an alien object enkindling fear, as the skirt in which she danced with measured delicacy or frenzied abandon, and finally as a pair of wings launching her into solipsistic flight. Through an accumulation of flawlessly-timed, needle-sharp details, Casson awakened issues of astonishing complexity: identity and mask, fantasy and madness, reality and imagination, or--as when she held the bunched skirt to her breast, moving her own mouth in the fishlike gulps...