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...midpoint of the Class of 1990's Harvard career, the Reagan era closed with a benediction for the generation it has nurtured into adulthood. Broadcast to the national Republican convention in New Orleans was a final injunction. "Don't Worry, Be Happy...
...radio show, broadcast weekly "from ocean to ocean, with lotions of love," makes Winchell, in every sense, a media monster. He knows there is something cancerous about American celebrity ("The spotlight," he says, "sheds a poison"), but he can't see that he himself will eventually succumb. In the '50s Winchell gets trounced by television while archrival Ed Sullivan becomes an unlikely Sunday-night institution. A scrappy booster of F.D.R.'s, Winchell gets flummoxed and outfoxed by Roy Cohn and the red- baiters. An anomaly, Winchell throws in his famous fedora and moves to a resentful retirement in Arizona. Herr...
...story going around Kinshasa is that one night late last December, Zairian President Mobutu Sese Seko was entertaining a roomful of dinner guests when the television broadcast news of Nicolae Ceausescu's precipitate execution in Bucharest. Mobutu had long counted as a friend the Romanian autarch, who came to power in 1965, as he did. At the sight of that familiar face wreathed in blood, Mobutu abruptly left the room, abandoning his visitors without a word...
...need -- more p.r.? I couldn't get more p.r. if I took out my penis and wrapped it around a microphone stand." However, during one sketch in which he played a father counseling his son about sex, several words were bleeped out (the usually live show was broadcast with a five-second delay...
...such through-the-looking-glass images of an alternative America seem eerily familiar, the reason is probably that they are an impressionistic synopsis of a recent week's worth of prime-time TV watching on all four broadcast networks. Why would anyone voluntarily subject himself to nearly 50 hours of sex-and-sass sitcoms, puerile police procedurals and yuppie yammering about the meaning of life? Call it a census of sorts, a time-slot-by-time-slot canvass of the nation's nightly fantasy life, a solitary journey up the lazy river of the collective consciousness armed only with...