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These were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I sat there contemplating the river, and inevitably, life. I reached no conclusions, and then three varsity pairs arrived. Jim Ehrman got out and went down on one knee on the dock. "Oh, my back," he muttered. "That was a bitch," Fritz Hobbs agreed. Hobbs graduated a year ago, but he still comes down to row at Newell. They felt that it had been the fall's toughest workout-a popular opinion at the end of a practice. It was so familiar...
...death, and the opera observes her ruthlessly searching and seducing her way toward a document that holds the prescription for another 300 years of life. Finding it, she also finds the unexpected strength to refuse it and die nobly. Through Janáček's music, the bitch goddess becomes an archangel...
...enough to make dog jokes through the physical characteristics of human characters-a feisty boxer, a bald Mexican hairless, a pedigreed bitch in heat. It is not enough to announce that we-are-all-prisoners-of-the-absurd, as if the idea had sprung full-blown from the head of Downey. What is needed is a vision or a viewpoint. The writer-director can supply neither...
...many women trained?and disillusioned?in the radical movements of the '60s, NOW seemed slightly middleaged, middle-class and tame. They formed protest groups in their own, often bizarre styles. Among them are BITCH (for nothing). WITCH (Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell), Bread and Roses (long a feminist slogan, suggesting that women wanted not only flowers but bread?wages?as well), Redstockings, the Radical Mothers, and Media Women. Often their tactics differ from more conservative groups like NOW, FEW (Federally Employed Women) and Women Inc. of San Francisco. The latter, while it supports the call for equality, opposes...
Like West's other books, The Day of the Locust (1939) is essentially a loose society of sketches that enlarge a theme. The World's Illusion is objectified as Hollywood, and Hollywood is personified in Faye Greener, a bitch every man in the book is after. There are no full-fleshed characters, but the book is scaled like a snake with glittering little momentary selves: studio Eskimos, horseparlor dwarfs, rentable Texans and a legion of sad-eyed nobodies who have "come to California to die." Eros is their ethos, violence their pastime. They drift toward a climax...