Word: chuted
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Anthropomorphizing the machine and denaturing the operator have the intended < effect, and there is no doubt that Carolyn Chute writes for effect. Her first novel, The Beans of Egypt, Maine, socked the reader with a collection of country characters that might have escaped the pages of another resident Maine novelist, Stephen King, who does not write nearly so well as Chute but plots better...
...Used Auto Parts are not the type to be seen at L.L. Bean. They live in a town that is inappropriately named Miracle City, a collection of raw shacks and trailers hard by an automobile junkyard whose owner, Lucien Letourneau, is a down-East version of Big Daddy. Chute skillfully spot-welds an assemblage of impressive vignettes and character sketches, but she has difficulty hooking up the narrative drive...
...growth in recent weeks of both secular and religious peace movements. And I see a growing weariness among many Israelis who just want to be rid of the problem of occupation. Do not let your own moral outrage paint you a picture of an Israel halfway down the ethical chute...
...lugers are all seasoned veterans compared with the Jamaican bobsled team, which first put a sled into a starting chute only four months ago. In Calgary the Jamaicans may well win the gold medal for marketing chutzpah. Their T shirts sell for $15, their sweat shirts for $28. There is even a recorded reggae theme song for sale, Hobbin & A Bobbin. But team members bristle when anyone questions their commitment. Says Driver Dudley Stokes, a captain in the Jamaica Defense Forces: "There are no jokers on this team." There is a sprint champion and a reggae singer, though. Stokes flies...
Tense beneath her first saddle and confined to a narrow chute, the mustang lays back her ears indignantly. Robinson, 28, tall and powerfully built, eases atop the animal, and she erupts in furious leaps. Fellow convicts pull Robinson to safety. Released into the corral, the mare kicks like a ninja assassin as cowboys in green prison garb shout and wave their Stetsons to keep her from banging into the fence. Robinson climbs on again and seconds later is bucked into the dust. Yet even a wild horse eventually tires. Another man mounts up, the mare crow-hops a bit, stiff...