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With the decline of such established feuding centers as Corsica, Sicily and Harlan County, Ky., the killingest people on earth today may well be the citizens of Ilocos Sur province (pop. 275,000) in northern Luzon. There, long before dusk, nervous wives set out the evening meal and draw the shutters, for, as the local saying goes, when the sun sets, blood begins to flow. Last year 87 murders were recorded in the province, and no one knew how many others went unreported by Ilocanos who did not want to get involved as witnesses. In Ilocos Sur's capital...
...this year, Ilocos Sur's murder roster totals 61, but the season is barely under way: in Ilocos Sur, as in the rest of the Philippines, elections will be held in November to choose new mayors, a new provincial governor and eight new Senators to send to Manila, and this always makes for unrest. As frightened priests (who celebrate separate Masses in Ilocos, one for each faction) called for peace and quiet, the Philippine government dispatched a battalion of 1,100 troops to the troubled province, and three more judges were rushed up to Vigan to help handle...
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Anne Marie Louise d'Orleans, Duchess of Montpensier, Chatellerault and St. Fargeau, Sovereign of Dombes, Princess of Joinville and Laroche-sur-Yon. Dauphine of Auvergne, and Fille de France, was something of a royal office joke. But since the office was the 17th century French court-Louis XIII was her uncle, Louis XIV her first cousin-the lady left footnotes in the sands of time. Biographer V. (for Victoria Mary) Sackville-West, 67, has written a witty, informal, entertaining book about the bedeviled woman who was known not by her titles, but with simple Bourbon haughtiness as plain Mademoiselle...
This gaudy story, filmed as J'irai cracher sur vos tombes (I'll Spit on Your Graves), played at four Parisian theaters last week to enthusiastic reviews. But those who had read the novel from which the movie was made should have realized that it was a phony from the start. The Spitter was written 13 years ago by Boris Vian (a civil engineer by day, a jazz trumpeter in a Left Bank cave by night); its publishers claimed that it was a translation from a U.S. novel by one Vernon Sullivan. The public loved its fake sociology...