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...returned to civilian life. But he packed the Army with him and marched its brawling, grumbling, whoring characters through his typewriter. The result was From Here to Eternity in 1951. The novel was greeted with raves, big sales and a National Book Award. Critics invoked Crane, Hemingway and Wolfe when writing about the veteran's furious, gritty depiction of the U.S. Army as it was just before World War II. Yet at Jones' death last week at age 55, of congestive heart failure, it could be said that in writing, as in soldiering, advancement seemed somehow beyond...
...Groves but for "Traven Torsvan," a naturalized Mexican citizen. The dead man's widow acknowledged what had been widely suspected: that Torsvan, who had hidden his identity for 45 years, was indeed the reclusive novelist B. Traven. The author's broody, metallic style echoes that of Stephen Crane and Joseph Conrad. His once acclaimed books and short-story collections (The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The Death Ship, The Rebellion of the Hanged, The Man Nobody Knows) were half-forgotten. The man seemed more compelling than his work...
Maybe it was the afternoon sun reflecting off the crane hovering over Watson Rink. Or it could have been the stench wafting off the melting river...
...arms employed mainly to pick up and caress Jessica Lange, 27, the model-turned-actress who plays his inamorata, Dwan. The hands are 6 ft. across and the arms weigh 1,650 Ibs. each. They were designed and built separate from the complete Kong body and suspended from a crane in order to lift Lange 30 or 40 ft. into the air. Again, hydraulics were used to manipulate the huge fingers, and there was great concern that they might lack fine motor skills and accidentally crush Lange. Like all the other Kong paraphernalia, they were not ready until the production...
...people out-and-out believe in prophecy. Lucky guesses happen along now and then, and mathematicians thrive on the so-called educated guess. But a person bluff enough to crane his neck toward the future and expound on the view over yonder is all too often blushing from more than exertion by the time the scene has gotten plain enough for everyone to see. Still, if you can trace an edge here and there, catch a glint on the horizon, and toss in a grain of folk wisdom--say, about history repeating itself--divination is an awfully tempting pasttime. Politicians...