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...here is in how Shaffer has constructed this sometimes--too-slick play to heighten suspense and to raise some interesting questions on the side. Equus brings to life a mythical resonance and intellectual concerns that aren't too prevalent in contemporary drama--and this, I think is why it has been acclaimed "brilliant" time and again by critics--but these concerns are cheapened...
...would not be making fools of my family and myself in this shameless manner if I did not feel the end result somehow worthwhile. For this enjoyment-in-excelsis of rectangular portions of a slick weekly magazine comes about only as a result of a particular view of the world: that people are basically crazy, and that the only way to survive at all is through laughter. This philosophy has been carried through the centuries by the likes of Chaucer, Sheridan, Twain and Beerbohm. For the past fifty years the cartoonists in The New Yorker have espoused it, and have...
...also appears that Sylvia took to heart every bit of propaganda ever put out by the Protestant ethic, college deans of admission and the slick fashion magazines of the '50s. In addition to grinding out straight A's and submitting potboilers to True, "to keep our pot of caviar boiling," she wanted desperately to be "well-rounded." Thus during weekends at Yale or Princeton Sylvia undertook her blind-date excursions cheerfully, and tried to include them in her mother's vicarious life. "Picture me then," she gloats, "in my navy-blue bolero suit and versatile brown coat...
...myth turns on itself; as Braudy's Prince begins to metamorphose into a frog, she reaches out to other men for confidence and adventure, and to assert her independence. Becoming involved first with a long-haired, melancholic Cajun singer and later with a slick, prurient East Side music critic, she self-deceptively convinces herself that "momentary pleasure won't cause you or your husband later pain...
When Hans Berlin, 49, resigned as managing editor of Molden, one of Germany's largest publishing houses, he wanted to write a novel about Nazi skeletons in the national closet. With questionable taste, he also hoped to make it "entertaining." The result is this slick, ambiguous thriller. Hans Pikola, 50-year-old world-weary photographer turned hit man, stalks the even more world-weary war criminal, Karl Boettcher. The motive, revealed through flashbacks, provides romantic interest, undertones of incest-plus a gloss of social commentary in the form of industrial conspiracy in a Krupp-like organization. Result: a first...