Word: touche
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...CASE YOU'RE IN LOVE (Atco) finds Sonny and Cher, that wildly caparisoned, dank-haired first family of folk-rock, crooning simple love ballads to each other. "You look to me like misty roses/ Too soft to touch but too lovely to leave alone," sighs Sonny, closing his eyes to her op-art bellbottoms. "You and me is what I see and that's the way it's gonna stay," chimes Cher. Meanwhile, "The drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain...
...sets, assembled under the direction of Chatsworth's keeper, Thomas S. Wragg, but the drawings more nearly illustrate why a contemporary observed that Jones, "in designing with his pen, was not to be equalled by whatsoever great masters in his time for boldness, softness, sweetness and sureness of touch." The son of a Smithfield clothworker, Inigo Jones was trained as a painter, studied in Italy, and was largely responsible for putting England back into the mainstream of Renaissance cul ture, from which it had been isolated by the Reformation. Appointed the Crown's surveyor-general in 1615, Jones...
...grown into a palm-dotted development of 550 homes and apartments, 54 miles of paved streets, 105 businesses including a bank, a shopping center, a pizza parlor, bowling alley and six restaurants, and a golf course. Though most of the carefully controlled architecture is uninspired, Wood added a Disneyland touch to the Lake Havasu Hotel by running a waterfall over its roof...
...tribute, Salter sets his third book in France. His subject is the love affair between Anne-Marie Costallat, an 18-year-old who looks like a child but eats like a dock hand, and young Phillip Dean, a Yale dropout who has been wandering through Europe with "that touch of indolence and occasional luxury that comes only from having real resources...
...method of storytelling proves effective and makes something lyrical of a rather commonplace romance. Dream-walking, the reader follows the narrator and his lovers through a lightly perfumed garden of erotic nuances. The encounters of Dean and Anne-Marie seem to require not reading but sensing, as if the touch of the eye were almost too much for reality. And when at last the dream breaks, it is not with a shatter but a silent splintering of crystal fragments...