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Editors Philip Elmer-DeWitt and Charles P. Alexander, along with senior reporter Barbara Maddux, had a lot of fun matching writer and question. Jon Krakauer, best-selling author of Into Thin Air, handles "Will There Be Any Wilderness Left?" while Peter Benchley (of Jaws fame) addresses the consequences of overfishing in "What Will Be the Catch of the Day?" Richard Preston, who wrote The Hot Zone, muses about "What New Things Are Going to Kill Me?" while Dr. David Ho weighs the chances for an AIDS vaccine. Three of our staff members--Christine Gorman, Michael Lemonick and Jeffrey Kluger--tackle...
...Sawyer's Roller Skates, who prowled the city a century ago, making friends of cab drivers, patrolmen, fruit vendors, junk dealers and confectioners--defying her class-conscious relatives. A pleasant place to lunch nearby: the Algonquin, onetime hangout of wits and wags Dorothy Parker, George S. Kaufman and Robert Benchley...
...Arnie Goldman said, "School's out--what do you say, let's go to Murray's," and so it was cool. We put on our corduroy sportscoats with the leather elbow patches and had dinner, and he ordered us martinis, and the gin made me as witty as Robert Benchley. We swapped timeless repartee for a couple hours and ate liberal Democratic steaks and felt the glow of scholarly brotherhood...
Biologists like to blame Peter Benchley's best-selling 1974 novel Jaws and the Steven Spielberg movie that followed for the shark's fearsome reputation as a mindless, relentless, consummate predator. The truth is that people have always been terrified by sharks, probably since humans first ventured into the sea. Who can blame them? As any survivor or witness well knows, a shark attack, especially by one of the larger species considered man-eaters--great whites, bull sharks, tiger sharks--is mind-numbing in its speed, violence, gore and devastation...
...central character is so uninvolving. Jennifer Jason Leigh's draggy performance as Parker is all studied accent (something vaguely mid- Atlantic but never before heard on Earth) and equally studied self-pity. Her sadness is attributed mainly to her failure to sexually consummate a relationship with her pal Robert Benchley (Campbell Scott). But this is a dithery and inconsequential tragedy, and it cannot sustain our sympathy, or our interest in this inept film...