Word: bronsonism
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...scratch that, a testament of bitter truth--that answers a question unasked since the dawn of literature: What is a mortgage bond? The answer in Bombardiers (Random House; 319 pages; $22) seems to be: That which the selling of makes your teeth itch. The first sentence of Po Bronson's desperate, funny, booklong rant at bucket-shop marketing of financial chaos neatly pelletizes his entire volume: "It was a filthy profession, but the money was addicting, and one addiction led to another, and they were all going to hell...
...novel only in the sense that it has a lot of pages not devoted to phone numbers. There is no plot and certainly nothing that could be called character development. Ah, but character disintegration, character vaporized and sucked away by the office air conditioning, that's another matter. Bronson describes a sales floor where twitchy, sweating wretches are flogged back to their cubicles by a demented sales manager when they sprint for the rest rooms. They pluck random, cooked statistics from their Quotrons, bark hopeless lies into speed-dial phones, fill impossible quotas by selling federal Resolution Trust bonds back...
...inviting that a young reader wants to escape into the world it creates. By that definition, Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, an account of four sisters living in Concord, Massachusetts, during the 1860s, is immortal. The author drew on her own impoverished childhood as a daughter of Bronson Alcott, a feckless member of the Concord enlightenment. Generations of girls have yearned to join the March household, and they remember the story's high points better than crises of their own lives...
...dolls of the Concord girls, period clothing from Lanz, antique-style jewelry at J.C. Penney and baskets of scented products from Crabtree & Evelyn. The Alcotts would be in awe of every item. They had few possessions, and their diet consisted mostly of the "aspiring" vegetables -- grown aboveground -- that papa Bronson approved...
...measure of this dreadful movie's stupidity that it brings back Bronson Pinchot, the funny, madly accented art dealer of the first film, has him owning a security boutique, and then forces him to go on well past the point of the joke. Beverly Hills Cop III just might mark the point of no return in Eddie Murphy's career...