Word: clydes
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...tone, style and perspective. Richet's m??tier is juiced, as edgy as Roenick's psyche; it favors obsessive-compulsive tracking shots and some Dolby rumblings that make the theater shudder like a wooden roller coaster. He gooses the actors to high agitation, except Fishburne, who remains Clyde Cool throughout. Indeed, it seems as if Fishburne is the only member of the company to have learned from the original...
...this election cycle, though, Clyde gained a new notoriety: According to the Associated Press, about 2,600 ballots in Sandusky County, where Clyde is located, were counted twice...
...have been to Clyde. My father grew up in that corner of northwestern Ohio, and every summer of my childhood we drove west, my brother and I staging violent turf wars in the back seat, until we reached country where the flat loamy soil was carpeted in soybeans and corn. Although I am blue-state born and bred, Ohio felt like home, and our trips like homecomings. I snapped beans from my grandparents’ garden into a bowl in my lap so we could eat them for dinner. My grandfather took my brother and me for rides...
That is the technical explanation. But rereading Winesburg, Ohio, I felt that it was not explanation enough. What had happened to the earnestness, the heartbreaking sincerity of the Ohioans of Winesburg, of Clyde? What had happened to the small town as microcosm of all the frustrated hopes and inchoate ambitions that are so purely American? Carelessness alone does not justify dropping the ball so spectacularly in an election that had so much riding on it. Something had fallen apart...
...feels as though we’re living in the fin-de-something. Blogs at either political extreme adopt a tone of pre-apocalyptic hysteria. And the hysteric in me would call it the end of America. But the realist in me knows that miscounted votes in Clyde do not presage the end of America. They just presage the end of the America I invented during Ohio summers in my childhood, a country where silos and schoolhouses and soybeans stand for an inherent decency that does not exist, that may never have existed...