Word: styles
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...they did it in high style, capturing five of the top eleven places -- including second, third, and fourth and sending the favored Eli's, who haven't won the event in twenty years, home to New Haven without the Main Memorial Trophy yet again...
...other writers lapse into a bland, shopping list prose style which may be suitable for album liner notes but waxes tedious after 30 lines. Even Nat Hentoff, a normally fine writer, gets bogged down by his habit of quoting extensively from the artists themselves. A few anecdotes are enough to establish the parallel between Lester Young's personal eccentricities and the relaxed intensity of his playing--the rest add only bulk...
...leers, he is the naughtiest boy in class. Class is also the word for his partner and costar, Ann Miller. When haven't we missed her long, lithesome legs? The years have left them far sounder than most currencies. Her taps are tops, routines done with effortless style and sophisticated rhythms. Do we miss burlesque, which forms the substance of Sugar Babies (if sheer fluff has substance)? Not so much, admittedly, for its cornball bag of tricks as for its relaxed mental climate, its absolution from thought. We relish its tipsy humors, its panting satyrs and bird-brained nymphs...
...virus is beginning to infect the Broadway musical and its name is opera. Last season's Sweeney Todd strained to achieve operatic style with recitatives and songs structured like arias; this season's Evita dispenses entirely with spoken dialogue...
...complicated travesty of Gilmore's death. The writer has mobilized a shrewdness to match Gilmore's own punkish daring and jailhouse self-abnegation. Old Aquarius has silenced his bustling, manic, intrusive voice. His prose in this thousand-page trek is a Conestoga of American plain style: it is banal, idiomatic and somehow grainy, like the scenes in 1950s pornographic films in which the characters meet and part like neighborhood dogs, the men never taking their socks...