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There were many Alwyns, and probably none of us knew all of them. Alwyn the critic could sift a ton of aesthetic sludge and produce a column and a half of buoyant wit, pleasure and wisdom. It is stultifying to honor a man with lists, but it would be remiss not to mention his TIME review of Nabokov's Lolita, a model of incisiveness and insight; a brief and scintillating piece on Henry Miller that tells all anyone will ever need to know about that writer; and a short story called Something for Bradshaw's Tombstone, which prefigures...
Eccentric Roots. Despite her disavowal, British-born Jessica Mitford, 52, has become a queen among U.S. muckrakers. The ingredients of her art include dry wit, sharp observation and a talent for pricking pretense in manners, morals and mercenary matters. She has been in the U.S. since 1939 and now lives in Oakland, Calif., with her second husband, Lawyer Robert Treuhaft. But she remains a quintessential Mitford, the offspring of an eccentric English baron whose six daughters were celebrated for their madcap escapades in a quarter-century of headlines...
...heels of Women's Liberation and the Black Power movement, hundreds of male and female homosexuals in New York and Los Angeles wound up "Gay Pride Week" with parades that displayed, in turn, an angry solidarity and outrageous camp, proving that homosexuals are capable of some assertive wit about themselves and their sexual preferences...
...beginning, Booker concedes, mod England made a pleasant enough dream, set to music by the Beatles and costumed by Mary Quant. It all seemed a carnival of wit and style. At moments the carnival even appeared to have direction. Plays like John Osborne's Look Back in Anger, novels like Kingsley Amis' Lucky Jim, revues like Beyond the Fringe seemed to be acts of ruddy good health against a moribund Establishment. Old England was dead. Long live new England...
...Roussillon-which Shaw quite arguably called "the most beautiful old woman's part ever written." Although this is Miss Le Gallienne's first appearance at the Festival, she brings to it well over a half century of professional stage experience. She manages to convey all the warmth and wit and wisdom of this aristocratic lady who is fully aware of her ward's virtues and her son's defects. One cannot begin to describe what she can do with a line like. "But I do wash his name out of my blood." In her performance there is not the slightest...