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...Keeping a brisk pace, the wheelbarrow pusher has covered a staggering 58 km a day so far-traveling faster than the Gladesville postal worker Nobby Young, who at 44 km a day over 365 days, set a record pace for circumnavigating Australia in 1994. But the very Zen-like Shaw would seem to be in no real hurry to return to Ringwood. "Back on the Nullarbor," he says, of the limestone plateau he's just crossed, "you can hear the bark peeling off the trees. It's amazing-it's just that quiet. You become part of the land...
...counterfeiters in L.A. Pretending to be gangsters from Detroit, they start proving their bona fides and, claiming they have great plates to make new bills from, haggle over the price - capitalism at its lowest and the state at its bravest, head to head. Mann choreographs this Apache dance with brisk efficiency. Even the violence is subtle. The key figure is The Schemer (Wallace Ford), who is locked in a steam bath and scalded to death. He goes down with a kind of pathetic majesty, like a corrupt Roman Senator who got in Caligula...
...Like a method actor, Bennett goes over lyrics for days--even for songs he has sung forever--repeating them until they're second nature. When the time comes to record, the words pour out with different emphases on each take. (On Cold, Cold Heart, the shift from a brisk apart to a drawn-out uhhhh-part tips the mood from disdain to misery.) The advantage is that his performances are spontaneous and deeply felt; the disadvantage is that each one exhausts him. So Bennett values focus and speed in his partners, and the fact that it took Elton John just...
...typical novelist. He had the burly look of a longshoreman; his face was meaty, like his prose style. And Mickey - that's a name to put in a cartoon, not on august hard covers. He also slipped a Mickey to the image of the serious fiction writer, showing a brisk contempt for the elevated anguish of creating literature. In just five years, between 1947 and 1952, he served up seven novels: I, the Jury; My Gun Is Quick; Vengeance Is Mine!; One Lonely Night; The Big Kill; Kiss Me, Deadly; and the non-Hammer story The Long Wait...
...message from a guy named Marty,” my Dad said. “He found your wallet.” The next thing I knew, I was knocking on a door in suburban New Jersey. Out came a smiling man who glowed with warmth in the brisk night air. “You must be Adam!” he exclaimed as he squeezed my hand, “Come in!” I felt like I was being invited into the house of an old friend. He led me to his living room and handed...