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...Field and Betsy McIntyre each notched scores while Willa Brown added two more to give the J.V. its fourth win of the season against three defeats...
...timing, is wholly believable, for Menuhin's autobiography is above all a book about people, a series of descerning and generous portraits of the individuals encountered throughout a lifetime. The great and lowly alike are brought to life with a few deft words: de Gaulle, Nehru, Ben-Gurion, Willa Cather ("Aunt Willa...a rock of strength and sweetness"), Bela Bartok ("a composer to bear comparison with the giants of the past"), the family's Italian cook, a hotel porter in Leipzig, Solzhenitsyn, Glenn Gould ("that most exotic of my colleagues") and Jacob Epstein ("like his sculptures, he seemed...
...late for the Bicentennial, patriotic spirits ran high. The score, originally a Charles Ives organ fantasia, was orchestrated by William Schuman. It bounced along with marchlike rhythms and even a saucy flamenco. Allusions to country and flag abounded in Thomas Skelton's starry light projections and Willa Kim's red, white and blue costumes. Pinching years into seconds required lightning transformations by Sarry and Baryshnikov. Pioneers became Indians, who eventually turned into Central Park joggers. More than ever, Feld's choreography demanded speed and lucidity. Darting here and there in prickly little pas phrased right...
...Moore poses hesitantly at the Bronx Zoo, obviously more at home with the elephants behind her than the photographer in front of her. Edith Wharton is draped in elegant furs and lace. Here the magazine begins to make sense. Martha Graham and Twyla Tharp are placed opposite each other; Willa Cather, Edith Wharton, and Edna St. Vincent Millay share a page. The bond between these women is a real one of spirit and vision, not some strange stew concocted by the editors at Time-Life...
...writers' use of sexual imagery, she stops and apologizes for having brought up the subject. An erotic imagination might, be all right for Erica's following, she suggests, but not for her own gentle reader. Similarly, after observing that the four female titans of the modern novel (Willa Gather, Colette, Virginia Woolf and Gertrude Stein) were all somewhat "alarming" women fascinated by the permutations of sexual identity, Moers furiously backpedals. She dismisses as insignificant, for example, the fact that Gather frequently chose male narrators for her novels...