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Next year the museum will show a collection of its twentieth century art in the Stadter Art Museum in Frankfurt...
...MORE than fitting that the religion the twentieth century chose to bequeath to history was psychoanalysis. More grimly deterministic than anything any Calvinist or Marxist could conceive, it is proper faith of a century in which men seem to get better at doing just about everything while events get more and more absurdly out of control. Revealed through the agency of a Viennese Jew who alternately wore the hats of humanist, scientist, prophet and pariah, psychoanalysis is a creed without a salvation. There are no elect, and the priesthood does not claim to be holier than the laity. Adhered...
ALEXANDER WOOLLCOTT, the broadest wit of the twentieth century, returns to abuse and tickle the audience of Howard Teichmann's elegant one man show, Smart Aleck. Peter Boyden brings a lighthearted grace to the stage as the New York Times critic and founder of the Algonquin Round table. He evokes the theater and manners of the twenties and thirties with anecdotes and witticisms and carries off Woollcott's bitchy sexlessness with impeccable style. Introducing himself as "Alexander Woollcott, an American Original," Boyden launches into an amusing biography spiced with puns and literary anecdotes...
...pirhouette while screaming, "Can I have some more silvuh-way-uh please?" Buddy backed off a bit, allowing his paunch some room to move, brushed his hair back and wiped the sweat off his forehead; Jim, the boss, whistled "Lonely is a man without love" for maybe the twentieth time since the morning, picked up a butcher's knife and snapped the links holding a strand of sausage together...
WHEN THE PEOPLE'S HISTORY of late twentieth-century America is written--when archaeologists puzzle over decayed bottles of liquid protein, battered fragments of C.B. radios and faded copies of Jonathan Livingston Seagull; when scholars struggle to tell the difference between Donald Segretti and Jeb Stuart Magruder or between Dan Rather and Steve Garvey; when some future generation finally understands what Billy Beer meant to us--only then will People magazine take its rightful place as the true American chronicle. For better or worse, People is us (not to be confused with Us), the weekly national synthesis of our culture...