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...Then, says Bob Kilburn, a funeral refrigeration-supply manufacturer who installed a cooler at Harbor Lawn three years ago, "they'd scoop up ashes with a pail and fill ten cardboard boxes, type up ten labels and proceed to make ten people." In other words, the remains of Aunt Felicia might be liberally sprinkled with the ashes of someone else's Cousin Harold or Uncle Fred. Says Kilburn: "I guess that's called genetic engineering...
...sole supporter of three children going through various phases of adolescent trauma. A ghostwriter, May writes books to order, bringing glory to a slew of semi-literate literary celebrities in return for modest cash rewards. To keep herself entertained, she intertwines the stories of late family members--Aunt Giselle, Sonya, Uncle Trasker--with the made-to-order material. Bored, poor, overworked--what's a girl to do? Friends have suggestions...
...furious, and scared out of his wits. Parts of the book are as good as signed by the real author--riddled with stories of May's mother (half Yente, half Bakunin, she would cook stews and make bombs for the local anarchists in the crowded Brooklyn apartment): of her Aunt Giselle, in life a dried-up monument to all the revolutions that never happened, in May's stories a ravishing temptress; of Trasker, a "sort-of-uncle...
...fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth. Tibba spends a weekend with her boisterous aunt and uncle and promptly falls for a rich, spoiled youth, whose brazen mother pushes her way at once into the Islington redoubt. Giles is swept into Louise's ample embrace and hauled off to a humiliating weekend in Cambridge, the place where he failed to get tenure years before and where her thesis was summarily rejected more recently. As their lives get messier, father and daughter start to turn on each other...
...character. What keeps him and Brack from salvaging the play is the same lack of ambition that hampers the other actors. This time, though, the lack comes in the production staff itself. High-schoolish, thrown-together props repeatedly puncture the illusion, starting with the opening complaint of a maiden aunt (Barbara Nathan). "There's no more space here for these flowers," she laments, looking around at the polished, unoccupied tabletops of the Quincy JCR. "So many people have sent flowers already." In later scenes Hedda's envious comments about Mrs. Elvsted's long hair ring oddly when directed at Gray...