Word: walkings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first of the novel's three parts is full of joy intensified by the painful difficulty of breaking out of loneliness and communicating this joy to loved ones: Rufus sees a Charlie Chaplin movie with his father and they walk quietly home looking "across the darkness at the lights of North Knoxville"; Jay, roused late at night to come to his sick father's bedside, makes his wife's breakfast in the 3:00 a.m. quiet of the kitchen to thank her because she had troubled to rise and make him something warm for the long night journey...
...interesting sound, harsh and hard. Then he learns it is connected with a blow, just as it sounds, and that it is what killed his father. "Chariot," in "Swing low sweet chariot. . . ." is for him a "cherryut," ". . . a sort of beautiful wagon because home was too far to walk ... but of course it was like a cherry too" for both are beautiful and sweet, and so is home, though ever so far away. In one remarkable scene, Rufus uses a child's sensitivity to sound to judge the context of a conversation whose words he cannot hear or understand...
...even dolls have escaped the mechanical trend: F.A.O. Schwarz will attach a remote-control unit ($85) to any doll, allowing it to walk in any direction. But the most popular dolls are expected to be Ideal's modernized Shirley Temple doll ($12.50), which nostalgic young mothers will have to explain to their daughters, and Miss Revlon ($2.98), a doll that can be outfitted with costumes ranging from a $1 smock to a fancy $250 mink coat. The little homemaker will find the appurtenances of the wonderful world of dolls more realistic than ever: from France comes an nin. metal...
...daughter is growing into a beauty, and Author Troyat has enough sympathetic characters to carry him through at least a dozen more novels. Troyat, in this volume, is writing of Frenchmen who were still supremely confident of the future; reading it is a little like watching an unsuspecting man walk into a pleasant field sown with land mines...
...witch is like a rock and by the end of the story you realize that there's nothing to do but walk around her and get out as fast as possible lest she fall on you, too. Miss Bingham wisely times the exit; another such fall just might shatter the rock in place of crushing the victim. It's a skillful work, though rather cruel to the nice old maid lobby, not to mention us other poor humans...