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April 10, 1,977

April 10, 1977


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With only one more Sunday left in this school semes-
ter, the tabloid magazine bids you a reluctant, but tetn-
porary farewell. Due to production constraints beyond our
control, we will not be able to come to you in our usual
format next weekend. However that does not mean we
will disappear altogether. Next Sunday look for a special
Magazine issue on the ongoing PBB crisis in the place
usually occupied by our Edit and Arts pages. This summer
a smaller Saturday Magazine will replace our Sunday
supplement. But rest assured, come fall the magazine will
return to its current size and position-(sideways)--in
the Sunday paper.

Susan Ades
Elaine Fletcher
Tom O'Connell
Don Simpson
Alan Bilinsky
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Translated by Hardie St. Martin
New York: Farrar, Straus, and
Giroux. $11.95
PABLO NERUDA, poet, diplo-
mat, communist and c one-
time presidential candidate of
Chile, has left us memoirs that
not only detail the richness of
his life, but also shed light on
many of the most important ar-
tists and politicians of the twen-
tieth century. In the course of
his life he encountered the likes
of Lorca, Vallejo, and Picasso;
as well as Nehru. Mao, Guevera,
ad Allende. Neruda clearly ex-
plains the reason for their pre-
sence:- "W at the memoir writ-
er remembers is not the sarne
thing as the poet remembers. He
may have lived less, but he pho-
tographed much more, and he
re-creats for us with special at-
tention to detail. Perhaps I did-
n't just live in myself, perhaps
I lived in the lives of others."
Neruda was born in southern
Chile in 1904, the son of a rail-
iwav man. He discovered poetry
at an early age, and with the
same heart, mind, and determi-
-ation that nroduced some of
this century's greatest poetry,
he set out to discover the world.
And that he did-as consul to
Borma, Java, Ceylon. Singa-
nore, and Snain; as diplomat in
Paris, senator in Chile, and fu-
gitive from his own government
in remote parts of Latin Ameri-
"Pablo is one of the few happy
Paid S h a p i r o is a Sunda.
MXea aine staff writer

13ody of a uowitan, while hills, white thighs,
when your surren'der, you stretch out like the world.
My body, savage and peasant, uiindermines you
and wakes a son leap in the bottom of the earth.
XJiwas as lonely as a Inn ilei. Birds fl(ew from fie.
Andt night i tided me wifth her powerful army}.
To s 5rviie I fored you like a weapon,
like an arrow for my bow, or a stone for my sling.
But noi c h hour of cre enge falls, and 1 love you.
B~ody of shin, of moss, of fir,=t and thirsty uzilk!
And the cubs of ycour / reas/s! Anmid your eyes full of
And the roses ofl our r ,ound.. Am1 l our voice
slow a',1 sad!
BIodly of my wonan, 1 uiill lie onlthroni 'h your
"'arielous ness.
- y thirst, :,ry desire ihout end, ma ) uywaiterin," road!
Dark rivre hes doi n awhich the eternal thirst
and the fatigr ii eis Ho a im;, and th rief without shore.
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N 1948 NERUDA was driven
from his Senate post, and
subsequently a warrant was is-
sued for his arrest. It is here
that the recollections turn into
an adventure story, as Neruda
details his escape on horseback
over the Andes, traveling via
false passport to Europe, and on
to Russia and China. Wherever
he went though, whether in exile
or on business, Neruda found
good company and good wine.
For Neruda was as much a so-
cial creature as political, and he
always lived both sides of his
life with great fervor.
Because the memoirs were
written in the last decade of his
life--between the writing of po-
etry, speaking engagements,
and congressional addresses --
Neruda tends to ramble at
times, zigzagging the boundar-
ies of a lifetime full of events.
He touches on so many things:
his Bohemian student years on
the streets of Santiago, senti-
ments towards literary critics,
political situations spanning the
last century, and his strong feel-
ing for the people of Chile.
Neruda's greatest love though,
was for his fellow poets and for
the art of poetry. He goes on at
length about both, but nowhere
is he quite as emotional as when
discussing the poetry of Feder-
ico Garcia Lorca. "What a poet!
I have never seen grace and
genious, a winged heart and
crystalline waterfall, come to-
gether in anyone else as they
did in him . . . his monumental
command of metaphor seduced
me, and everything he wrote at-
tracted me." Lorca was assass-
inated in 1936, at the outset of
the Spanish Civil War. Neruda
was removed from his consul
post, and he says that these
events profoundly changed his

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B. Body of ecclesiastical
C. Remaining within;
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single point.........
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beginning or end.
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G. Rapturous;
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M. Fusion; symphysis ..

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Q. Self-governing;
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S. Bungler; clod.........
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U. Visualization .........

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numbered dashes. Then, trans-
fer each letter to the corres-
pondingly numbered square in
the pattern. The filled pattern
will contain a quotation reading
from left to right with the black
squares indicating word end-
ings. Meanwhile, the first let-
ters of the guessed words will
form an acrostic, giving the
author's name and title of the
work the quote is extracted

men I have known," said the
Russian writer Ilya Ehrenburg.
Neruda's Memoirs proves this to
be an understatement, as he
fills the pages with tales of love,
joy, and excitement. Even when
he moves off on a self-indulgent
tangent, Neruda's prose is mag-
nificent. He is a man that lives
and understands his language:
". . . You can say anything you
want, yessir, but it's the words
that sing, they soar and des-
cend . . . I bow to them . . . I
love them, I cling to them, I run
them down, I bite them, I melt
them down . . . What a great
language I have, it's a fine lan-
guage we inherited from the
fierce conquistadors . . . Where-
ever they went they razed the

land ... But words fell like peb
bles out of the boots of the bar-
barians, out of their beards, hel-
mets . . . Luminous words that
were left glistening here . .. our
language. We came up losers
. . We came up winners . . .
They carried off the gold and
left us the gold . . . The carried
off everything and left us every-
thing . . . They left us the
Neruda's Memoirs offers no
narrative line, but instead a
sweeping portrayal of his poli-
tics, love life, relationships with
fellow artists, and world travels.
He was a man of deep political
convictions, and because of this
the memoirs of an artist take on
great substance.



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J1. Act of seizing
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Answer to Last Week's Puzzle
Whoever denies the existence
183 of the unconscious is in fact
a s s u m i n g that our present
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total. And this belief is clearly
jutst as false as the assumiption
that wve know all there is to
be known about the nlatural
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by John Cheever
New York: Alfred A. Knopf
211 pp. $7.95
el", proclaimed the cover
of Newsweek. The New York
Times Book Review ran a front
page analysis of the book, along
with a rather digressive and
pointless interview with its au-
thor. Time magazine's reaction
was sedate by comparison; in
that periodical the work was rel-
egated to the position of merely
being the subject of the week's
feature. review. Apparently. with
the publication of Falconer, the
media's critics have decided the
time has come- to accord John
Cheever literary sainthood.
Such lavish attention tends to
stir suspicion in certain skepti-
cal minds. Cheever has long
Tom O'Connell is the Sun-
day Magaine Books 'ditor.

been a well-regarded author;
one of his early novels, The
Wapshot Chronicle, won him the
coveted National Book Award.
One would certainly expect him
to produce work of quality, but
what is there in particular about
Falconer that has stirred such
an unexpectedly great tumult of
The answer may lie in the
background and social position
of the book's central figure, Ez-
ekiel Farragut, rather than in
his nature or development. Far-
ragut is a Wasp, a college pro-
fessor; he is the product of a
declining Old New England fam-
ily, married to a woman who
despises him. He is also a drug
addict and a murderer - the no-
vel opens with his arrival at a
prison (Falconer) in which he is
to serve up to ten years for frat-
ricide, having killed his brother
in the heat of an argument. In-
side Falconer Prison Farragut
experiences all the pain, loneli-
ness and despair of a life in cap-
tivity. But eventually, through

a homosexual affair with a fel-
low prisoner, he experiences the
reawakening of love; he is later
freed of his heroin addiction,
goes through a sort of spiritual
rebirth, and finally escapes.
It may be that Farragut's past
life and status make him a char-
acter with whom critics, often of
the same background (minus,
one would hope, the heroin ha-
bit) and often academics as
well, can readily understand and
identify with. It has been point-
ed out that being born white,
middle class and male in Ameri-
can society today is somewhat
akin to being born with original
sin. In recent fiction such peo-
ple, it seems to be felt, are not
entitled to suffer, not entitled to
being heroic or tragic protago-
nists. At best they are allowed
to feel guilt over the wretched
mess that their class, race and
sex has made of society. But
here, in Ezekiel Farragut, we
have at last a greaf sufferer in
the tradition of Bellow's Herzog,
one equally sensitive and eru-
dite, a character whom critics

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cin comprehend and relate to on
more than a superficial level.
Could this, then, be one of the
reasons for the great tidal
waves of praise- being created
by Falconer? What a simplistic
and cynical suggestion, although
one cannot help but notice how
much space writers and review-




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