Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...were inert in their inner spirits, inclined to disinterested speculation, witty discourses, elegant, sophisticated and gratuitous discussion." Like argon, the Piedmont Jews behaved eccentrically, never combining with other elements. They spoke the rough Piedmontese dialect inlaid with Hebrew --"sacred and solemn, geologic, polished smooth by the millennia like the bed of a glacier." As deftly translated by Raymond Rosenthal, the oddities of speech are a delight. So is the "inexplicable imprecation" for which Levi's great-grandfather was famous: "May he have an accident shaped like an umbrella...
...hipper than anyone on-screen. "Hi, I'm here," it as much as says, "and I'm soooo smart." It is too; it creates elegant riddles of space and time, then solves them with an originality that hits the viewer like a rabbit- punch line. The lovers repose in bed, a turnstile fan lazing above them, Venetian blinds notching shadows on their backs, and outside their window looms the detective. For a moment the low growl of Marty's backyard incinerator can be heard, and then the screen whitens in an atomic flash, as if the lovers had been cremated...
...accounts on the disks prove to be fact, not fantasy, police will use them to bring additional charges against their suspect. Leppik, meanwhile, is trying to keep things in perspective and "not get a swelled head." Says he: "I'm still doing the dishes and making my own bed...
...families in crisis have become especially hot topics since last January, when Something About Amelia, an ABC movie about incest, won both critical applause and big ratings. In October, viewers proved again that they will watch sober-minded dramas dealing with unpleasant family matters: NBC's The Burning Bed, starring Farrah Fawcett as a battered wife, drew the fourth highest ratings of any TV movie in history...
...effort to tap into a collective unconscious through the littered cellar of the individual self. And unlike lesser but more popular artists like Marc Chagall, he did not permit himself a moment's slump into nostalgia. Always on the move, the exile with one packed bag under the bed, gazing at a future that was bound to be worse than the past, he retained an uncanny ability to go through his fears and find history on the other side of them. Beckmann's art was poised, so to speak, between the sleepwalk and the goose step; on its rigorous...