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Word: wig (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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What is least important about this small, fierce novel is that it is a brilliant stunt-a male author staying undetected, for the length of a book, in the mind of a female main character. Brian Moore does not pull off his wig and bow, nor is there any impulse to applaud. Applause, of course, would mean that the deception had failed. It is, in fact, successful, and Moore earns, with great cleverness, a distinction that many writers are born with-that of being judged as a lady novelist...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Day of Squalls | 6/21/1968 | See Source »

Born. To James Meredith, 34, Negro civil rights activist and contender for the vacant congressional seat of Harlem's Adam Clayton Powell; and Mary Wig gins Meredith, 30: twin boys, their second and third children; in Manhattan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones: Apr. 12, 1968 | 4/12/1968 | See Source »

...wife to drink. He is as pompous a prig as ever rode a Rolls to work and pride to a fall. But the only tumble Miss Tracy gives him is into the downy bed of Gerda Trauenegg, a well-tuned opera singer from Vienna. Catching him with his wig down, Gerda momentarily taps a streak of puritanical lechery...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Un-lrish Restraint | 4/5/1968 | See Source »

...father image is only an illusion. The Roman collar is as big a put-on as his accent and his wig. Under them is an effete, seething schizoid (Rod Steiger) who can kill when he assumes an identity other than his own. But who is he? New York's police assign a green, gawky Jewish detective (George Segal) to find the answer. After eyeballing the first victim, Segal promptly advances a pop-psych theory to the press: the murderer, he argues, is a mother hater who takes Mom for a slay ride every time he garrotes a middle-aged...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Movies: No Way to Treat a Lady | 3/29/1968 | See Source »

Decked out in a red wig capable of infinite improvement, laced up so tightly that she seemed potentially explosive, Miss Horne defied the audience to disbelieve her Carmen, but no one did. Her instincts of when to talk instead of sing were uncannily correct, and her phrasing both musically and dramatically faultless. She is undoubtedly the greatest mezzo in the world, and with luck and judgement her next vehicle will be more worthy...

Author: By Stephen Kaplan, | Title: Carmen | 3/7/1968 | See Source »

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