Word: authored
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...author has lavished an accumulation of vivid detail on re-creating his special part of the world. "He's immensely attached, in the most loving way, to Cairo," says Edward Said, a professor of English and comparative literature at Columbia University. Indeed, Mafouz seldom leaves the city, where he lives in a modest apartment with his wife and two daughters. Retired in 1971 from his post as an adviser to the Minister of Culture, he spends most of his time in cafes, drinking coffee and exchanging gossip. He is also known as one of the best joke tellers in Cairo...
Columbia University Press, which normally sells only 200 copies of Mahfouz's work each year, reported receiving 400 orders after last week's announcement. The author too is in demand, but he is unlikely to stray far from his favorite cafes, not even to accept his Nobel and its $390,000 cash prize in December. He is pleading frail health, although Ahmed Bahaa-Eldin, columnist for the newspaper al-Ahram and a close friend, says that he chuckles at the excuse. The Arab world's best-known novelist is, Bahaa-Eldin notes, famous among his friends for his fear...
...Kennedy, or at any rate comparing 1960 with 1988. Again and again, from the Democratic Convention on, he has told audiences, "Twenty-eight years ago, another son of Massachusetts and another son of Texas were our nominees . . ." Dukakis wants to borrow a small radiance of analogy. Ted Sorensen, the author of so many of Kennedy's speeches, including the Inaugural, is recycling the rhetoric for Dukakis. The Kennedy themes recur in Sorensen's Dukakis: "It's time to get the country moving again...
...thighs and begged me to please, please, please remove the grilling fork from my chest." Exley, in other words, is up to the same trick he demonstrated in A Fan's Notes (1968) and Pages from a Cold Island (1975): spinning out fanciful autobiographical legends that regularly leave the author skewered...
...bury the dead is Exley's story. In practice, the narrative evolves into a surrealistic odyssey. On his flight, Exley bumps into James Seamus Finbarr O'Twoomey, a preposterously gross Irishman with an equally incredible brogue ("Frederick, me lurverly, there you go again") who will later hold the hapless author hostage in a Pacific paradise. Also aboard is the future Mrs. Exley, a murderously sexy flight attendant named Robin...