Word: contentions
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...addiction of Willie B., the Atlanta gorilla [Jan. 22], should not surprise us. It merely lends credence to the widely held belief that television producers have lowered the intellectual content of their programming to the subhuman level...
When he did, two years later, not a memory trace of the first episode remained in the publishing world. Rejection slips again crowded Ross's mailbox. "While your prose style is very lucid," wrote Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, "the content of the book didn't inspire the level of enthusiasm ..." After a long delay, Random House sent a form letter, and an editor at William Morrow postscripted a consolation: "Sorry, I liked the opening gambit. Why don't you find an agent...
...popularity of Kents over all other imported cigarettes has less to do with taste or tar content than with the fact that Brown & Williamson International, which markets Kents abroad, has cornered 90% of the Rumanian cigarette import market. The dollar shop at Bucharest's Intercontinental Hotel is piled high with cartons of Kents, a tantalizing symbol of Western opulence. Among the principal purchasers are Third World students in Rumania, who supplement their meager stipends by buying Kents and trading them for cash. Such traffic, though illegal, is tolerated by the government. After all, bribery has been part of Rumanian...
...free will over fate. Though such optimistic feelings are admirable, there is no legitimate reason to cloak them in the arty mannerisms of yesteryear's avantgarde. Quintet has more highfalutin dialogue, pregnant pauses and overbearing symbols than the collected works of Maxwell Anderson; it has roughly as much content as a routine fortune cookie...
...have consequences, mindless pleasures lead to reflective pain. Things start badly. Dubin takes Fanny on a quick trip to Yenice, hoping to feed on her vitality and youth, and gets the callow treatment he deserves. Stung, he returns home and holes up for a long, bitter winter of dis content: "He fought winter as if it were the true enemy: if he tore into it the freeze would vanish, his ills be gone, his life, his work, fall into place." Nothing helps. Lawrence eludes the biographer, and the book grinds to a stop. Dubin's wife Kitty is jittery...