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Nicole Henriot is a slender girl of 23 who does not look as if she could hit a piano keyboard very hard. But she can: there is enough thunder in her piano-playing to have been heard all over Paris. Last week, when Nicole made her U.S. debut in Carnegie Hall, some Manhattan critics found her performance of Schumann's Concerto in A Minor too cold and brittle for their taste. But most of them were sure of one thing: in the small field of women concert pianists, she was the brightest newcomer of the year. "Here," wrote...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Frail Thunderer | 2/9/1948 | See Source »

Died. Herbert J. ("Herb") Pennock, 53, slender, stylish Yankee southpaw during the golden '20s (and more recently general manager and revitalizer of the perennially futile Phillies); of a cerebral hemorrhage; in Manhattan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Feb. 9, 1948 | 2/9/1948 | See Source »

Beethoven: Symphony No. 4 (the Cleveland Orchestra, George Szell conducting; Columbia, 8 sides). Robert Schumann called the Fourth "a slender Greek maiden between two Norse giants" (the Eroica and the Fifth). In his Columbia debut with the Cleveland Orchestra, Conductor Szell has sculptured her skillfully and gracefully. Performance: excellent...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Records, Feb. 2, 1948 | 2/2/1948 | See Source »

Along the walls and in the corners of a Manhattan gallery, eerie creatures of wrinkled plaster and bronze stalked or stood like forlorn little Whiffenpoofs that had somehow lost their way. Slender as spindles, they vaguely resembled men & women emaciated and stretched to the snapping point. They bore themselves with a fragile grace; but their flesh was pitted and pocked, as if the crusted plaster had been dabbed on in a single feverish instant...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Space Without Fat | 2/2/1948 | See Source »

...wrote, "is like the Sahara." Later, in an effort to grasp the whole, his sculptures began to shrink until they became so small that they would fall apart at the touch of his knife. Finally, his figures began to seem real to him only when they were long and slender. "And it is almost there," says Giacometti, "where I am today...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Space Without Fat | 2/2/1948 | See Source »

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