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...glamourize sex without suggesting its risks. Says Jeanne Rosoff, president of the Alan Guttmacher Institute, a nonprofit research center: "Network program content is explicit to the point where one ABC-TV executive was quoted as saying, 'We are reaching the point of physical motion under the covers of a bed.' I can't see how the word contraceptive is going to shock anybody...
...follows, listeners know, will be two hours of Keillor and his friends, which is to say of honky-tonk piano, jazz, mournful old Protestant hymns and country music, much of it from some fairly strange countries. This flow of funk is interrupted by loopy commercials for the Deep Valley Bed, the kind with the old-time mattress that sags in the middle, making prolonged marital discord impossible; Bertha's Kitty Boutique, where doting and guilt-ridden cat owners can find, among other cossets, a special cat ice cream called Gatto Gelato to cool kitty's tongue on hot days...
Summer brings to mind the town's old Norwegian bachelor farmers, stolidly harvesting wheat with their antiquated, clattering six-foot combines. The Norwegian bachelors were not impressed by modern 20-footers. Sure, you got done faster, but that just meant waiting longer till it was time to go to bed. This is a good laugh line, as close to a knee slapper as Keillor lets himself get in the monologues. But like his uncle Lew, he tells stories, not jokes, and he goes on to say that "the clatter brings back memories of old days of glory in the field...
...purveyor of mass entertainment, radio turned predominantly local and aimed to please smaller, more specific segments of the audience. The whole family might gather around the TV set at night, but people usually encountered radio in private moments--waking up in the morning, driving to work, getting ready for bed. Soon everyone from country-music fans to news junkies had a station to call...
...comparison, World's Fair is downright guarded. Doctorow calls it a novel. But the book reads like a memoir, and is unmistakably based on the author's early boyhood in the Bronx. The account begins with a bed wetting in the middle of the Depression and ends on the eve of World War II with a nine-year-old Edgar Altschuler burying a cardboard time capsule containing a Tom Mix decoder badge, his school report on the life of F.D.R., a harmonica and a pair of Tootsy Toy lead rocket ships, "to show I had foreseen the future...