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...Indeed, he's done so much that I sometimes suspect there's more than one Roger Ebert. And now I may have proof. The Amazon sites in the U.S., France, Japan and China list Roger Ebert as the author of a German economics treatise, Die Zustandigkeit Der Tarifvertragsparteien Zum Abschlub Von Verbands- Und Firmentarifvertrag (which translates as "The competence of the Rate of Collective Agreements to the conclusion of federation and firm collective agreements"). Roger is expert in many fields, but Ebert could be someone else...
...have received in recent days containing messages in German or links to online German news articles. Some of these e-mails, which were obtained by The Crimson, have subject lines such as “The Whore Lived Like a German” and “Du wirst zum Sklaven gemacht!!!” (which roughly translates to “You are made slaves...
...yellowed magazine and newspaper clippings, the show measures the impact of Elvis - and U.S. pop culture - on postwar Germany. But Elvis brought back a little Germany to the U.S. , too. In his 1960 recording of the folksy Wooden Heart, he croons in English and German: "Muss i denn zum Städtele hinaus? [So do I have to leave town?]" He's right, he left, he's gone. tel: (49-228) 91650; www.hdg.de
Amis' outsize aptitude for mimicry runs rampant in What Happened to Me on My Holiday. It is written entirely in a dialect that sounds like some form of New Yorkese ("We grabbed zum lunj and then went oud to Lang Island in a big goach galled the Jidney"). Not for the starchy or easily offended, these exercises in absurdity showcase Amis' extravagant talents and splashy intellect. But we must also say that a little Heavy Water goes a long...
...classy 16-piece orchestra, no less, anchors the A.R.C. series, most of whose broadcasts will come from the Majestic Theater in Brooklyn, a spectacularly decayed old burlesque house belonging to the Brooklyn Academy of Music. The first broadcast detonated with a finger-snapping zum-bum-ooo-ooo singing group called True Image, headed uptown with show tunes swung elegantly by soprano Eileen Farrell, the diva who stops being 70 when she opens her mouth, then went gloriously low-down with Jelly Roll Morton tunes by pianist Butch Thompson, the fine St. Paul barrelhouser from the P.H.C. days. Flying babies filled...