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...televised for the fifth year this Sunday on ABC. The Tony telecasts have been the class of the genre for several reasons. New York stage folk, unlike so many of the music crowd seen last week, are capable of reading cue cards, and they have the sensibility and wit not to be so mawkish in their acceptance speeches. But perhaps the major explanation for the supremacy of the Tony programs is the impresario who puts the evening together, Alexander H. Cohen...
...good stylists as well. This is partly because SF publishing and marketing methods make little distinction between the kind of star-schlock in which intergalactic cops battle hypothyroid blobs, and a well-wrought literary work in which far-reaching concepts and social problems are dramatized with intelligence, wit and verbal skill. Even the better SF writers often find it necessary to clutter their prose with spectacular appliances and baptize their earthlings with names full of such Siamese vowels and miscegenated consonants as in Tklook and Klaarv...
TURNING Lolita into a musical was a bad idea from the start. Nabokov's novel dazzled us with its wit and moved us with its poetry. Lolita, My Love. now in pre-Broadway tryouts at the Schubert, has chucked the wit and the poetry in favor of a plodding, graceless retelling of the plot in the tradition of garish, simple-minded musical comedy...
...myth, lately more in the public eye than most others since Oedipus-the myth of the vaginal orgasm. A complicated myth-Mailer admits to that right off-as difficult to prove as to explode, but one which is surely a match for all the writer's resources, imagination, and wit...
...contrast between the two champions does not end with ideology. Ali is the black Adonis on parade?quick of wit, mercurial, explosive, forever turned on. Frazier is awkward and introspective, given to sullen moods that he calls "the slouchies." At home or in the ring, Ali is a klieg-lighted one-man happening. Frazier, who has the sullen glare of the late Sonny Liston (but none of the deep-rooted malice), courts neither the public nor the press. "I'm just me, see." he says. "If some people don't notice me, that's good. I got enough people pestering...