December 1979

Dec 1, 1979 — By Cyndy Severson

Dec 1, 1979 — By Anne Dingus and Victoria Loe

Dec 1, 1979 — By Prudence Mackintosh

“In the League, you’ll run into a little tradition, some nobles oblige, and a lot of talk about diets, dyslexia, designer dresses, and divorce.”

Dec 1, 1979 — By Jan Reid

Dec 1, 1979 — By Dick Reavis

Dec 1, 1979 — By Pat Hathcock

Dec 1, 1979 — By Patricia Sharpe

Heart warmers, house warmers, and nose warmers.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Paul Burka

Will the feds hijack out power? Will Akers slip off to LSU?

Dec 1, 1979 — By Texas Monthly

Dec 1, 1979 — By Gregory Curtis

Wee people.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Stephen Chapman

Dec 1, 1979 — By W. L. Taitte

For the sake of the audience, it’s a question that needs to be asked. College productions of A Doll’s House show why actors go to school. Fort Worth has good actors and good producers—but not, alas, in the same theater.

Dec 1, 1979 — By W. L. Taitte

With open arms—that is, mouths—Texas welcome a new breed of bakery.

Dec 1, 1979 — By oleanthony

A remembrance of the late Texas playwright who spent his days and nights pondering imponderables.

Dec 1, 1979 — By W. L. Taitte

A young Russian defector blows his chance to win the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition and goes on to find fame and fortune.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Michael Ennis

Al Neiman’s Fortnight the attractions varied between eccentric Americans and somnambulant British.

Dec 1, 1979 — By William Martin

The difference between jogging with the Lord and just walking along behind.

Dec 1, 1979 — By William Broyles

If the eighties are here, where did the seventies go.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Stephen Harrigan

A.C. Greene’s singular, exquisite vision of West Texas; a thriller that’s better than it should be; and a historical novel with too much history.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Michael Ennis

Albert Giacometti’s sculptured figures, now at the Dallas Museum of Fine Art, are tall, emaciated, uncomprehending—and breathtaking.

Dec 1, 1979 — By Joe Nick Patoski

New stars in sight are big and bright—deep in the heart of Texas.

Dec 1, 1979 — By George Morris

Werner Herzog reverently remade the classic 1921 version of Nosferatu. He should have left scary enough alone.

Dec 1, 1979 — By John Bloom

Whose blonde, curly scalp are the farmers after how do the rich and powerful run? Why, pray tell, does Houston need parks?