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...strong, masculine, and sincere, but there is little that is animal about him. He is no survivor of the Stone Age. Mr. Rabb would have us believe that Streetcar is "a study in survival." All that survives from this struggle is Stanley and his off-spring. Surely this sort of insensitive good-naturedness is not the emerging 20th-century...
...removing every trace of grace and nobility from Blanche, leaving her as little more than a drunken whore, is hardly fair to Mr. Williams. Once this is done, the play is no longer Blanche's tragedy, nor does it become Stanley's triumph, but rather an extended sort of fertility rite. "Procreative power" without some sort of intellectual substantiation does not make an exciting theatre, I'm afraid. Mr. Rabb has captured much of the fire, horror, an virility of Streetcar; but he has missed the tenderness, the beauty, and the love that give the play dimension and stature...
...hand, a general policy of Indian-antiquities-for-the-Indians is followed, with the many excavation sites of India additionally becoming regional museums in time. Western art, on the other hand, is difficult to collect due to the (a) lack of encouragement which the ruling English gave to this sort of thing (b) high prices in today's ultra-competitive art market and (c) reluctance of the remaining Indian rajahs to part with their private collections. On this last obstacle Dr. Prakash commented: "The rajah will part first with his palace, second with his Ford and only at the extreme...
This strange menage a trois tours France, and at first everything is reasonably decorous. But the inevitable happens: the painter falls for Mara's catlike face and supple body. Readers who follow the story this far will know that he is the sort of coward who kills the thing he loves with a kiss...
...outrageously improbable situations to achieve his effects. In his first novel, The Oldest Confession (1958), an Achilles among criminals was brought to heel while trying to hijack Goya's The Second of May, from the Prado. In the current fable, a brilliant Chinese disciple of Pavlov-a sort of Marxist Dr. Fu Manchu-directs the capture, brainwashing and reflex-conditioning of an entire American patrol during the Korean war. Before grinning Russian brasshats, he shows off his success. The Americans puff contentedly on yak dung cigarettes and delicately avoid G.I. profanity-they imagine they are attending a meeting...