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Roth, 73, has said he was inspired to write Everyman by growing old, seeing friends die (including author Saul Bellow) and realizing that few novelists have written about the simple process of death. Everyman is essentially a medical biography. It begins at its end: the protagonist's burial in a rundown Jewish cemetery in New Jersey near his parents. It then returns to the beginning, cataloging his brushes with mortality--a drowned sailor washes up near his boyhood home during WWII, a burst appendix nearly kills him in his 30s--then jumps to his old age, a parade of annual...
...also an assistant professor of art and art history at Colgate University, installed his work in Cambridge this January and it will remain a fixture in front of Cafe Pamplona until Feb. 27. After that, Godrey will construct a new formation in New Haven, Conn. and later one in Bellow Falls, Vt.In exchange, Cambridge will receive two projects from those two cities—first, an exhibition of models, miniatures, and dollhouses owned by Cantabridgians and curated by Michael Oatman, a professor at Renesselear Polytecnic Institute in Troy, N.Y.; second, the indefinable reinventions of the international group, Spurse Collective...
...didn’t realize how widespread the problem was until I made the Facebook group and saw how many people joined it,” says Bellow, whose group now boasts 55 members...
Freshmen frustration with the bell’s schedule has led to the creation of a group on facebook.com called “Students For the Destruction of the 8:40 Bell.” In its description, creator Lily G. Bellow ’09, a resident of Weld Hall, writes: “Damn you, bell. Damn...
...blue velvet tunics, winged helmets and sealskin capes cheered and wielded their axes as they dragged their longship through Lerwick's streets. Behind them, cannibals with necklaces of fake teeth, pirates and fat ballerinas were among the nearly 900 guisers: men in costume bearing flaming torches whose deep voices bellow out over the brass band, "Let us ne'er forget the race,/ Who bravely fought and died./ Who never filled a craven's grave,/ But ruled the foaming tide." No women take part, but with so many of the torchbearers opting to wear dresses, the festival has earned the moniker...