Word: 90s
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...simpler terms, Pleasantville is about two semi-cynical '90s teenagers who get zapped--via the admittedly silly means of a magical TV repairman played by Don Knotts--into a black-and-white '50s TV show called "Pleasantville," reminiscent of Ozzie and Harriet. Once there, the brother and sister try to play along with the "Honey, I'm home!" fakeness of the town, but they can't withhold all of their real world sensibilities. As the ideas they bring with them (art, sex, danger) leak into the town, color starts appearing on roses, on houses and eventually on people. Not knowing...
...course, EW is some what vacuous and perhaps even inane, but where else is full coverage given to the status fluctuations of Oprah Winfrey? How else would I get the cultural ramifications of Gone With the Wind in the '90s...
Those expecting another Bonfire may be disappointed--the new novel is better. It's not quite as glitzy and brash and hilariously in-your-face as its predecessor, but then Atlanta in the late '90s, where most of the action occurs, is a more well-mannered place than New York City was in the '80s. The same bloodlusts--sex, money, status--rage in the New South as they do everywhere else; it just takes a little more digging to find them. Wolfe does, of course, but among all the animal appetites that are slaked or comically thwarted during the novel...
...different labels. Although her songwriting skills have garnered her a Grammy, Williams own music has eluded much of the mainstream music population. However, Car Wheels on a Gravel Road has been heralded as one of the year's best albums and inscribed as the Blonde on Blonde of the '90s by producer Joe Boyd. Certainly, this is not to say her straightforward narrative style somehow mirrors Bob Dylan's layered poetry; rather, both song-writers are not so self-absorbed as they are selfless...
...fragile and sometimes child-like voice of her albums. But once she began to sing, one was quickly reminded of the fragility that belies her appearance. With a faraway glance and a solemn face she swayed, at times awkwardly, to the tunes of "Pineola" and "Metal Firecracker." Like a '90s Snow White she stood almost defiantly surrounded by four of her (actually rather tall) dwarfs: electric guitarists John Jackson and Kenny Vaughn, acoustic guitarist and harmony singer Jim Lauderdale, bassist Richard M. Price and drummer Fran Bryne...