Word: bonelessness
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...limited run last fall at Joseph Papp's off-Broadway Public Theater, later surfaced at the discotheque Cheetah. Compared with this season's crop of moribund Broadway musicals, Hair thrums with vitality. Nonetheless, it is crippled by being a bookless musical and, like a boneless fish, it drifts when it should swim. Director Tom O'Horgan lashes up waves of camouflage, but distraction is no substitute for destination...
There is this fella Gus Ferrarri, whose wife is three people: Eloise ("round and sensual"), Rebecca ("wiry"), and Lila ("boneless"). Gus is 45, a 32nd-degree schizo who does not venture outside his New York apartment for 30 months; he is building a room within a room to become "the inside of his own skin." His three-year-old son asks him: "You're Mommy, aren't you?" The answer: "No. Your mommy is dead. Understand that! . . . All the mommies are dead. I am a monster who makes all the mommies die; I am a mommy-murdering monster...
...character who loses all his marbles but one is Arthur Brown, a shambling, boneless, orange-haired simpleton who works for 50 years as a grocer's boy in Sarsaparilla (a coyly satirical name for the Sydney district of Parramatta). Arthur is seen by his neighbors at the end of Terminus Road as a "dill," a "no-hoper," a "loopy," a "nut," a "mophret" (hermaphrodite), and "a dirty old man." The reader sympathizes with these brisk Aussie judgments; Arthur is indeed hard to follow as he mumbles about the place goggling at the dreary scenery or polishing that glass marble...
...Americans. A Western sandwich isn't a Western out West: it's a Denver. California hamburgers are called doubleburgers in California; baked Alaskas are almost unheard of in Alaska; the grass is not blue in Kentucky; and in New York, a New York cut is called a boneless sirloin...
Macaque samples some extraordinary vintages: nubile Numeril ("Fileted like a sole, boneless, squirming as a serpent"); Christina, the mountainous Scandinavian masseuse ("Like all scenery, she had to be viewed from a distance. Close by, the charm of the wood was lost in the trees of her passion"). I He generously introduces his conquests to wealthy acquaintances, causing some to snort that he is no better than a pimp, "a vulgarism which I repudiate. I regard myself as a creator, a man of sensitivity who feels that every jewel deserves its casket...