There are days when any electrical appliance in the house, including the vacuum cleaner, seems to offer more entertainment possibilities than the television set.
Rarely in broadcasting history has so much been riding on the whimsical flick of a few thousand wrists.
The time of the rack and the screws is come. Summer television has set in with its usual severity. And the small screen, where late the sweet birds sang, is now awash with repeats, reruns, rejects, replacements and reversions to the primitive.
Closing these two books, a reader senses that Joan Crawford, idol of an age, would have made an exemplary prison matron, possibly at Buchenwald. She had the requisite sadism, paranoia and taste for violence.
There are days when any electrical appliance in the house, including the vacuum cleaner, offers more entertainment than the TV set.
Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.