Word: snobbed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even as a poet's poet, though, Pushkin is still very special and-in translation-frustrating. His verse is elusively simple, unadorned by such easily translatable characteristics as splashy imagery or intellectual abstractions. Its strength lies rather in subtly suggestive tones and rhythms. No less a language snob and stylist than Vladimir Nabokov labored on and off for almost a decade to translate Pushkin's acknowledged masterpiece, the verse novel Eugene Onegin. Nabokov's rendering of this romantic (and mock romantic) panorama of Russian society was brilliant; yet even he decided to settle for strict literalism rather...
...derision of U.S. movie moguls and their rampant commercialism, Pauline Kael is not an art-house snob. She prefers genuine American kitsch, if it has style and verve, to such avant-garde films as Hiroshima Mon Amour, Red Desert and Last Year at Marienbad ("the snow job in the ice palace"). Among her favorite directors are John Frankenheimer and Orson Welles, who provide "clean, fast pacing without the fancy stuff. It goes better with our national rhythm." A onetime experimental moviemaker in San Francisco, where she grew up and attended the University of California at Berkeley, she finds today...
GLYNDEBOURNE FESTIVAL (May 3-Aug. 4) combines snob appeal with top-notch opera. New productions of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin and Mozart's Die Entführung aus dem Serail spell Cavalli's L'Ormindo and Donizetti's Anna Bolena...
...chance to show their stuff under his skeptical gaze. Drawing from Gustave le Bon's 1895 book The Crowd, he views the investing public as a highly volatile and irrational mass mind that usually overreacts and does the wrong thing. Yet Smith/Goodman is neither dogmatist nor snob, as evidenced by his parody of Kipling: "If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, maybe you haven't heard the news...
Haughty, dandified Eberlin (Laurence Harvey) is outwardly a London snob and secretly a top British agent. He is also a Russian assassin named Krasnevin who for 18 years has been knocking off other British agents as he knocks down a smashing double salary. Homesick, he begs his Red superiors to let him quit. Nyet: he must go on. And his job is getting tougher all the time. His British bosses have got wind of Krasnevin's existence-though they don't know what he looks like-and they want him expunged. As just...