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Friday's Footprint, by Nadine Gordimer. A skilled author writes stories of whitest Africa, and of outwardly jolly characters within whom soundless voices cry for help...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Listings: CINEMA | 1/18/1960 | See Source »

Most of their struggles are internal: soundless voices scream for help while faces keep smiling gamely. But Author Gordimer can describe the outer world as evocatively as the inner chaos of man. A slight story, The Bridegroom, comes alive in its loving account of a night on the Kalahari Desert, a vast stretch of grey sand, thorn bushes and cratered earth, under a "spiky spread of cold stars." In The Gentle Art, she neatly combines her love of the African land with her often shocked observation of its inhabitants. It deals with another night under the cold stars, this time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Under the Cold Stars | 1/11/1960 | See Source »

...shut door, one can see into the court-wigged heads, writing hands, the judge enthroned, red-robed, heraldic like a king of cards; the back of the doctor's head and neck solid above the parapet; counsel in shadow-play shooting out an arm; lips moving soundless, all silent, sharp, like fish inside a bowl...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Courtroom Drama | 3/16/1959 | See Source »

Long after midnight, bathers on Honolulu's Waikiki Beach were startled by a brilliant, soundless flash above the horizon to the southwest. The flash faded to reddish clouds that hung luminously in the night sky. Thousands of other Hawaiian residents saw it, and telephone switchboards were swamped with excited calls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Bomb in Space | 8/11/1958 | See Source »

...young. I was proud. I went out on the great intellectual grunion-run, and I was diverted. I wandered through the alley-ways and knocked on brown-wood doors, and was admitted. Once inside, I watched the men speak lines and gesticulate, and somehow failed to understand. Beside a soundless stage my doubt played the part of a fool, incapable, strutting in a stupid pride, mute, dead, responding to a pair of strings attached to twitching thumbs...

Author: By John D. Leonard, | Title: The Vegetable Generation | 12/12/1957 | See Source »

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