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Half a century ago, Willa Gather gave American literature a classic, Death Comes for the Archbishop. Only Gather's art kept her protagonists credible: there are few greater incongruities than French Catholic missionaries set down in the deserts of the Southwest...
Stripping the shepherd's tale of its garlands and Hellenistic pageantry, Tetley retains only the theme of the legend to provide a scaffolding over which he has draped an elaborate visceral poem. In the Chagall-blue-and-aqua forest of Costume and Scenery Designer Willa Kim, Daphnis and Chloë, two innocents danced by Richard Cragun and Marcia Hay dee, are instructed in the art of love-making by Egon Madsen's lithe and sinuous...
...clips are endlessly fascinating, the recollections are worth the entire price of production. Here, for instance, is Howard Hawks recalling a hunting trip on which an actor and an author met for the first time. The actor asked who the good living writers were. The author answered, "Thomas Mann, Willa Gather, John Dos Passes, Ernest Hemingway and myself." The actor said, "You write, Mr. Faulkner?" And the author replied, "Yes. What do you do, Mr. Gable...
...strength of the American soil which she loved so much and understood so well." Thus Violinist Yehudi Menuhin, 57, remembers Cornhusker Willa Cather, who died in 1947. In 1930 Menuhin, then a 14-year-old New York-born musical prodigy, first met the middle-aged novelist from Red Cloud, Neb., in Paris, and a fast friendship was formed. Last week Menuhin flew from his London home to Lincoln, Neb., to highlight the University of Nebraska's celebrations on the centennial of Gather's birth. His contribution: a family concert. His two sisters, Pianists Hephzibah, 53, and Yaltah...
This is a cold, autumnal book. The question is never deemed worth asking, whether this life was worth living. There is nothing here of the noble Willa Gather nostalgia for a Nebraska full of giants, or the facile Hemingway nostalgia for a Michigan of pliant girls and truly good trout. By the time Floyd is murdered for his watch, he has swollen into a huge and lonely figure. His death can stand for that of the white man's America, or of the whole human race. He never has had much use for that latter one anyway...