Word: stylist
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Hall's characters are forgettable, but as a stylist the author seems to be working toward a new kind of thriller rhetoric. His best trick is the no-transition paragraph that picks up not where the action left off but two paragraphs of conventional narration later. The reader has to guess what happened in between, and the overall effect makes him feel that he is the one out there in the desert with the vultures...
MARIA MULDAUR. Muldaur has emerged from a career of background harmonizing, singing for Jim Kweskin, and making only promising records with her husband Geoff to become a highly original solo interpreter and exciting stylist in her own right. Passim should provide the perfect arena for her talents; when Passim was the Club 47, Muldaur was reportedly responsible for some of its finest moments...
China Machado, the stylist, dollies in to arrange the folds of a scarf with the care of Michelangelo planning the folds on the Pietá. Sitting immobile for hours at a time has its problems: "My muscles begin to shake after a while. Sometimes the tears start to flow from pain, and we have to airbrush them out of the picture." Such discomfort, of course, cannot be allowed into the photographs...
...narrator of The G.A.N. is an 87-year-old retired sportswriter named Word Smith, a broad patch off Colonel John R. Stingo, the uninhibited prose stylist who wrote a column for the old New York Evening Enquirer. Smith, an inebriate of alliteration in a hounds-tooth overcoat, has dedicated his last years to resurrecting the national memory of the Patriot League. According to Smith, it was a third major league that has been made the American equivalent of a Soviet unperson through a conspiracy of silence. How this came about is Smith's story, so shaggy, discursive and bizarre...
Getting back to innocence, or to primal crudity (for Dubuffet they are the same), without becoming a stylist is one of the 20th century's dreams. It presupposes a return to the origins of form, to the half-articulate, the instinctive: uncensored desire. Me Tarzan, you Raphael. Dubuffet's art speaks directly to anyone who wants to abolish the humanist past-that area of art that insists that man is the flower of the universe and can, by force and subtlety of intellect, control it. His images assert the opposite: a nude becomes a lump of hairy pink...