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...Egypt's fat ex-King Farouk (the only even near representative of royalty to appear) came lumbering up the carpeted central staircase that was reserved for the bridal party. An alert guard decoyed him to one side. Seated way up front was Britain's frail old Author Somerset Maugham, complaining of cold feet. Near by sat swart Aristotle Onassis, the Greek shipping tycoon, whose ownership of the gambling casino is a far more significant fact in Monte Carlo than the rule of Prince Rainier. Filling other rows were the aging, wheelchaired Aga Khan and his beauteous Begum...
Presiding at a Gala General Motors press conference in the ballroom of the Somerset Hotel, Mr. Garrett (vice-president of General Motors) pointed out that the car which would actually drive itself was no longer a fantasy. --Same paper, same date...
...form of a novel." The Rev. Henry James Prince (who takes the scabrous Bunt under his wing and is the principal character) was a flesh-and-blood renegade clergyman. In the 18403 Prince founded his own religion. With the fortunes of his followers he purchased an estate in Somerset, named it Agapemone (Abode of Love), and moved in with about 60 "brothers" and "sisters." The Abode featured a church with stained-glass windows, but which differed from most churches in its other furnishings, e.g., there was a billiard table, a Persian carpet and "a red sofa near a bright fire...
Many British critics think that the author of A Perfect Woman is just about a perfect novelist. At 60, Leslie Poles Hartley couples some of the skill and suavity of Somerset Maugham with a show of sympathetic interest, an emotion that Maugham controls to the point of asphyxiation. Hartley's technical aplomb helped to make The Go-Between (TIME, Aug. 9, 1954) one of the most admired novels of its year. In A Perfect Woman he demonstrates with good humor and feline subtlety how many ways there are for an author to tap and bat his characters around before...
Color Shots. Novelist King, 33, who spent a winter on Corfu with the Somerset Maugham Award money received for his last novel, The Dividing Stream, has scraped the marrow of his Greek characters. He recognizes their fortitude under real pain, their histrionics over emotional trifles and their bristling pride. Above all, he captures their gift for draining each passing moment of life as if it were a glass of their own villainous retsina wine. Author King overexposes and underdevelops his hapless English hero, but his color shots of Corfu are snapped with the eye of a Matisse, and Patrick...