Word: candor
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...internal functions of First Lady. They were good performers, good wives and good political partners. All of them promoted important causes--but none was an independent political figure. Nor was Betty Ford, an ordinary political housewife catapulted into an extraordinary role. To her credit, Mrs. Ford spoke with therapeutic candor to a nation looking for relief from Vietnam and Watergate, showing that the First Family was, well, just like any other American family, with secrets and troubles of its own, from her children's experimenting with marijuana to her dependency on prescription drugs. Her exuberant nature--she once danced...
...prose that moves as seamlessly as poetry and as quickly as a stream of consciousness, Sullivan uses the first part of the book to speak of his life pre-AIDS. With candor and sensitivity, Sullivan is remarkably honest as he recounts how he never found true love in a relationship, quenched his loneliness with promiscuous affairs and used friendship as the one predictable source of support and spirituality. Friendship, in fact, forms a main artery of the book. After the onset of AIDS symptoms and the cavernous despair that ensued, Sullivan cites the strength of his friendships as providing...
...little bit slutty, as David Brock once put it, to assemble such a combustible mixture. Lionized in the acclaimed movie The People vs. Larry Flynt, the smut publisher came across as a crusader for principle (he went to jail to uphold the First Amendment) with a self-deprecating candor (he doesn't pretend that men buy his magazine to read the profiles). But Hustler's taste for barnyard animals and meat grinders in close proximity to unairbrushed women is so gross that Gloria Steinem and Jerry Falwell found themselves on the same side against him. Still, it takes a rich...
...Colleagues in the newsroom say I watched his performances with the reverence of a bobby-soxer at a Sinatra concert, and on some level, they're right. I loved that he constantly surprised me, not just with his antics, but with his candor and his wit. I loved the way he scratched his nose when he was uncomfortable. I loved to watch his brain work, never able to predict what he would do next...
...immerses us in the awful, vertiginous panic that attends a death in the family--the fierce-wistful attempts to maintain routines in the face of this most exigent of interruptions; the desire to speak certain truths before it's too late and the fear of what consequences such candor might have; the politesse with which you must cover the outrage you feel as the rest of the world glides on about its business while an important part of yours is painfully, poignantly shutting down...