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...Wound & the Beau. Behaving like her own very private eye on the spoor of a family scandal, Mary McCarthy gives the reader facts about her early self. She was born in Seattle in 1912, daughter of Roy ("poor Roy," the family called him) McCarthy, an Irish-American lawyer. Mary was early conscious of the special Irish-American quality of traditional resentment, liberation, and (on emigration) emergence into a new minority. Furthermore, her family history was complicated not only by a scattering of Protestants but by that Jewish grandmother. The Irish and the Jews, most self-conscious of immigrants, set their...
Richard Sorge left private misery and public ruin in his spoor; history may remember him for a bitter, accidental play on words. His name in German spells "sorrow." As Sorge went about his dreadful career, Pope Pius XI was preparing his famous German-language encyclical against totalitarianism, whose opening words are: "Mit brennender Sorge [With burning sorrow...
...Clarence Kerr, leaving the Biltmore Theater with his wife, spotted Carpenter snoozing through the gunfire-crackling climax of a western thriller. Policeman Kerr fired five times in the darkness, but fell to the floor, critically wounded, as Carpenter dashed behind the screen and out a fire exit, trailing a spoor of blood from a slug in his right thigh. For the next 23 hours, 500 enraged detectives and 60 squads of patrolmen roamed the area, intent on getting Cop-Killer Carpenter. A helicopter watched the rooftops. Scores of radio and TV broadcasts told Chicagoans that one of the city...
...condoning the Kibya massacre (TIME, Oct. 26). Another was Lieut. General John Bagot Glubb, British commander of Jordan's Arab Legion. Glubb offered two Bedouin trackers to assist the blood hounds, and Sharett accepted them. The joint posse worked together for two days until the murderers' spoor petered out in sun-baked rock two miles from Jordan...
...time she is teenage, Sylvia can read the faintest marks and signs of caste as ably as a jungle tracker can read a spoor. But Sylvia, secure in the shelter of her father's wing, enjoys sticking her neck out. It is tedious always to be "Russell's daughter"-to swap sophisticated chaff with Daddy and his "high-color" business friends, to go to the Town Hall with "people of good family, olive-complexioned, with Good Hair." So Sylvia frequents the frame house of her Indian girl friend Naomi, where a gang of fascinating outcasts has created...