Word: cabin
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...agent says over the phone. Here's a spark of interest--after all, Henry David shows up about 36 inches into the Five Foot Shelf of Books. And now someone's gotten the goods on him, found some grinning skeleton of Piltdown Man in the closet of his rude cabin. Okay, so send the book...
...cruel to take Arthur this seriously, though she and her press agent invited it, with their constant references to the father of American wilderness writing. Island Sojourn is actually fairly well-written, a sort of Swiss Family Robinson with interpersonal relationships, recommended reading for those planning on building a cabin in a cold-weather climate. And the accounts of Indian heigh-bors are as sensitive and revealing as any other account. But on her own lofty terms, Arthur's book is a failure of mission and accomplishment. Perhaps this quote from Kirkus--Jack and Jill for librarians with masters degrees...
...house is finished enough to stay fairly snug; it only catches fire twice. Between these moments of excitement, there is bread to be baked, books to be read, a crackling blaze in the fireplace to be contemplated. A dream of the counterculture seems about to come true, until cabin fever strikes. Suddenly, plates full of moose meat are being hurled about, hair is being pulled; Bob punches Elizabeth in the stomach. She writes: "I was free to hate him now, no doubts and no regrets. We could hate each other for having at last released the things we hated most...
...husband William, 55, left Fort Myers for a six-month "dream cruise" of the Bahamas. It ended on July 25 with another laconic log entry: "Moored at Pipe Cay." Six days later, Illinois State Representative Harry Yourell, 62, and Son Peter, 20, aboard their 25-ft. cabin cruiser, eased up to the Kalia III and made a grisly discovery: in a dinghy bobbing astern lay a bloated body. The yacht was riddled with shotgun pellets, smeared with blood and littered with debris, including Patti's spectacles and bikini bra. Yourell told TIME Midwest Bureau Chief Benjamin W. Gate...
Back in the cabin there is the obligatory little girl with the obligatory malady journeying to a life-or-death operation. Cheering her up with a song, one of the hostesses knocks the child's life-support system loose with a merry swoop of her guitar. On the ground, an increasingly harassed airport manager (Lloyd Bridges) reverts to bad habits as the pressure increases ("I guess I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue"). There is also, naturally, a senior pilot (Robert Stack) who is expected to talk the plane in. He is supposed to be lovably gruff...