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Lindsey came to Washington as a Clinton insider. The slightly built, bookish Little Rock lawyer has a corporate middle manager's taste in clothing and a recluse's allergy to the media. But his dry job title and self-effacing manner have largely obscured the pivotal role he has played in the White House for the past six years. Lindsey has been Clinton's friend and traveling companion, as well as his adviser on matters ranging from Whitewater to the campaign-finance investigation. His nicknames have run the gamut from "the Enforcer" to "the Consigliere," the Sicilian word...
...grow increasingly difficult to track down. Even among bookstores, which were once thriving reminders of individuality and art, the Barnes and Noble monolith (a.k.a. the Harvard Coop) has taken its toll. Its near-monopoly on textbooks leaves little room for the smaller shop. Yet there are still pockets of bookish bohemia dotting the Boston-Cambridge landscape...
Ruff is the link between the two groups. The bookish lawyer is a classic Clinton White House counsel--upright, well respected. Ruff took the job no one else wanted, and Clinton embraced Ruff chiefly because he's a solid, by-the-book lawyer whose advice is regarded around town as some of Washington's best and whose political motives cannot be questioned...
...from Ork) and pop culture (Singer Sonny____) with the more traditional references to the Apostles and the dates of Nero's reign. Shortz explains his perspective on the crossword's evolution: "In the early days, puzzles were just words in a grid, definitions were basically out of a dictionary--bookish sounding. Today's puzzles usually have themes, generally the long answers make a connection." With reference to the injection of modernity, he adds, "I used to get a lot of complaints, but [now] even the older generation has decided that all cultures should be in the puzzle...My feeling...
...anguished theme: her bitter resentment of her mother--who, as the author herself seems to realize, was merely a limited, self-absorbed woman. But in book after book (notably a brilliant, tormented novel, The Autobiography of My Mother), Kincaid displays the wounds of her unhappy childhood as a poor, bookish black girl in Antigua. Her new volume, an irritating navel contemplation titled My Brother (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 198 pages; $19), repeats the pattern of familiar, well-written complaint. (Opinions differ; in what appears to be a makeup call for earlier, fresher books overlooked, My Brother has been nominated...