The Misanthrope’s Corner

THE breaking news of recent weeks has prevented me from commenting on an event that affected me more than either The Eliad or that dazzling new opera, La Donna è Giuliani.

Claire Trevor died on April 8 at the age of 91. The name probably means nothing to you if your baby pictures are in color, but mine were in black and white, like her movies. A quick ’n’ easy way to bring you up to speed is to give you my old seat between my mother and grandmother and let them talk across you: “She’s the bad woman.”

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Florence King

Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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THE breaking news of recent weeks has prevented me from commenting on an event that affected me more than either The Eliad or that dazzling new opera, La Donna è Giuliani.

Claire Trevor died on April 8 at the age of 91. The name probably means nothing to you if your baby pictures are in color, but mine were in black and white, like her movies. A quick ’n’ easy way to bring you up to speed is to give you my old seat between my mother and grandmother and let them talk across you: “She’s the bad woman.”