Word: veras
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...uniquely conservative. "In a love scene, Clark Gable always forced the issue with a girl," observed Director Howard Hawks (Red River). "Wayne is better when the girl is forcing the issue." The romantic backlash has been operating for two generations on audiences?and on his female costars. Says Actress Vera Miles: "They used to say of the old West, 'Men were men and the women were grateful.' Well, that's how he makes you feel as a woman...
...denizen of French farce. In any other play, his stylized portrayal would have been quite funny (as, even in this one, it is) except for the fact that McKay's every entrance disturbed the production's then-prevailing mood. Ann Sachs, who, as the tutor's adolescent lover Vera, has a role (that of a girl, wounded by love, who hardens into womanhood) similar to that she played in The Hostage. As a rural character she is fine, fresh native, though perhaps too given to sometimes enthusiastic "mugging," but, in this particular play, the role demands more of a sophisticated...
Plumed Sunset. Sometimes his wife Vera awakes to furtive noises in the night. It is the mad mind at work shuffling the 3-by-5 cards on which Nabokov now does all his writing, and which he keeps under his pillow for nocturnal reference...
Nabokov finally takes hold and orders, mirabile dictu, a Swiss red. Vera accepts, graceful in this as in everything. With finely drawn, strong features, alabaster skin, brilliant white hair, exquisite hands, she is a natural beauty. Their dinner conversation thrives on little disagreements, contrapuntal, and often not really resolved. In one exchange, Vera begins by explaining the mating ritual of the crested grebe, a grubby little bird which frequents the lake. They never touch, she says, waggling a delicate finger, but wiggle one foot back and forth. "No, no, no, no, no," says Vladimir, who has let this...
...Vera has reduced the complexities of modern life to a shadow that occasionally crosses her husband's path. Yet her real role, one senses, is not in these labors, but as the only confidante of that "lucid, lonely mind." In the summer, they walk as much as 15 miles a day together. In the evening, they play out their Scrabble tournaments, often with a Russian set (he can run up a 500 score). The chess problems he eventually publishes are set first for her to solve. They like to read to each other. They reread War and Peace...