Word: bone
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cope with cold. Moscow, Kiev, Leningrad and other major cities all have superefficient subway systems, as well as good if overcrowded bus and streetcar service. The use of private cars is so limited that there are no traffic jams or parking problems. In any case, the streets are swept bone-dry by thousands of snowplows. Giant "snow eater" machines called snegouborki scoop up the snow and dump it onto conveyor belts, which deposit it in trucks, which unload it into the Moskva River. As the first flakes fall, at any hour of day or night one can hear the scritch...
Back Room at the Idler, which is not surprisingly connected to the Idler, which is in turn connected to the Blue Parrot, and then to the hip bone and so on, is open seven days a week. Three-set shows begin at 9 pm. No cover, no minimum. Beer, wine and light food available. New acts every week, call 491-1551 for info. Little also plays every Tuesday and Thursday at the Casablanca Downstairs in the Truc complex at 40 Brattle St. 876-0999 for details...
...lotus position on a plain bench; his robe falls almost to the ground; a pair of empty slippers fit below its hem. Its spread belies the slenderness of the old priest, who was probably about 80 when the likeness was made. His face is all parchment and bone. The prow of a nose and the jutting underlip have a fierce antique gravity, like Renaissance portrait sculpture-one thinks of the faces of Verrocchio's Colleoni or Donatello's Gattamelata. Every cut of the chisel seems to possess the final, unlabored Tightness of a brush stroke by a master...
Once inside the stadium we began to search for our seats. "Up," the usher said and up we climbed, to the very top. The players on the field resembled flyspecks; stratospheric currents chilled us to the bone. Drunk sports fans screamed unintelligible epithets in our ears and yes, the UCLA band was settling down directly in front of us. The despair creeping into my facial expression was painfully obvious, reflected in the tubas that lined the row before us. The game itself was a complete mismatch, Alabama winning by a score...
Much in this world, as Amis redraws it, seems charming. People still have time for long walks in the unspoiled countryside. The unpolluted air they breathe smells of "tallow-fat, bone-stock, horses and humanity." Because secular art has never been officially sanctioned, Western masters from Blake to De Kooning have left a massive catalogue of inspired religious works. Yet Amis inserts frequent reminders that the price of such beauty and serenity is totalitarianism. A rebellious priest who tries to keep Hubert from the surgeon's knife is brutally murdered...