Word: victorians
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Owen and his wife leave for England in August. They will "take a flat in London," while he does the research for a book on the city in its Victorian heyday...
...eminent Victorian's mantelpiece was complete without its little bronze animal, but even before Swedish modern had come along to sweep the house clean of dust catchers, such sentimental statuary had already wound up in the flea market. Most of it was indeed cloying bric-a-brac, but not all. Certain early 19th century French artists, quite logically called les animaliers, made small sculptures, of fauna filled with direct, vibrant naturalism...
...ordered him to walk on, remarking piously, "It is so good for little children to restrain themselves." Enraged, Burton smashed the glass, clawed out a tray of apple puffs, and ran. It was 1829. A lifelong battle between the unrestrainable appetites of Richard Francis Burton* and the tastes of Victorian England had been joined...
Russia seems wholly oblivious to esthetics. There is hardly an object in Russia, from the worn, chipped steps of Moscow's newest department store to the tasseled Victorian lampshades in an Aeroflot jet, that looks as if it had never really been new. Walls and floors often bulge as if there were gophers in the woodwork; many new buildings are girdled with safety nets to protect passers-by from cascading bricks and plaster. From its pockmarked paneling, cracking plaster and flaking paint, Moscow's eight-year-old Ukraine Hotel looks almost as if it had been built...
Psychiatric Seismographs. Like many another experimental French novelist today, Nathalie Sarraute is trying to break away both from stereotyped Victorian emotions like honor, love and greed and from the equally crude Freudian categories of guilt and sexuality. Unlike the others, however, she has not retreated into eye-catching but sterile gimmickry-writing only about things and objective surfaces, for example, or offering as a novel a box of unnumbered pages. Instead, she has returned to the world of minute inner impulses, best explored in the past by Dostoevsky. Too delicate to be recorded on the rough seismographs of the psychoanalysts...