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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...possum, raccoons, even coyotes, are always trotting across my terrace," lamented the pointless counterpoint of the brave new world. On Manhattan: "The psychological cost of living is rather high in New York. I find the streets horrifying and spend most of my time in my hotel room in a sort of fool's paradise." On television: "Who needs that little screen with disgusting little grey figures hopping around?" On writing: "It's getting to the point where no young man can live on straight writing. He has to go into another job, like doing television scripts-a fearful...
...Higher Freedom. "The school is not the Church nor is it the home. It is a sort of city-an area both of protection and of prudent exposure . . . It is a city of freedom in which intelligence may be released freely to grow. And it is a city of order in which the growing intelligence freely gives itself to the guidance of what is lovelier than itself to be led to the higher freedom with which the Word of God makes men free...
Jean Kerr is a tall (5 ft. 11½ in.),, witty free-lance writer (Harper's Bazaar, New York Times) and playwright (Touch and Go, King of Hearts) who writes mostly in her green Chevy-a sort of mobile workshop that she parks on side roads near her Larchmont home "to escape housework, interruptions from the kids and television." But last week Writer Kerr had to do her writing at home-before the TV-because she had been asked to take vacationing Critic John Crosby's caustic TV corner in the New York Herald Tribune (for which...
...Shrine. "It was while I was in a sort of coma," says Roman Catholic de Borse. "that I kept hearing ' the word 'Lourdes.' I tried to tell one doctor, but he couldn't understand me. Next morning I finally got it over to another doctor. At first they opposed me at every turn, and the airline companies weren't any better-they were afraid I'd die on the plane. And I had no money. But then there was another kind of miracle: a woman stopped my priest, Father Vaughan, in the street...
...hymn to the "postcoital sadness" of mankind. The heroine, Justine, a slum-born Jewess of great beauty, marries Nessim, a Coptic millionaire, who suffers her infidelities in silence. Nearly every male in the book and at least one female have a try at "awakening" Justine, but she is the sort of woman "who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self-because she does not know where to find...