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...women. Oh, puh-leeze. They must be able to do something besides meet cute, mate rompishly and end up happily ever-aftering. Come on, guys! Back to the typewriter. Back to the library. Back to the yellowing newspaper files, if you're really desperate. We're missing something...
Lots, as it turns out. Take, for example, Fatal Attraction. It is your standard slasher scenario. Pheromones sing sly duets in a seemingly innocuous setting. The sex object is cute and easily seducible, but interested only in an encounter that is brief and zipless. Whereupon the rejected partner falls to obsessive brooding and proceeds down a darkening path from harassment to stalking with a deadly weapon. Uh-huh. At best it sounds like a cult classic in the making...
...academies since, all but wrecked the middle ground between the sublime and the trivial. How many American artists, except for a few loners like Saul Steinberg and Ed Keinholz, are both really good and really, mordantly funny? By and large, America dislikes satire; it wants its humor cute and warm. Hence Grooms' success...
Isozaki's postmodernism was not fueled, like that of many Western architects, by a hankering to reproduce a particular, seductive historical style. The forms and fragments in his work are not cute or ready-made. Instead, he is an antirationalist, a form-follows-intuition designer whose deft play (tricks of perspective, false facades) tends toward the baroque but whose work comes off as anything but fusty. He is drawn to elemental geometries -- cubes, cylinders -- and natural materials, but he seldom leaves them basic or pure. He pulls together polished granite with curved glass with concrete, and makes columns short...
...Like his 20th century soulmate, Father Brown of the G.K. Chesterton stories, Cadfael attractively suggests that the highest act of faith is the use of reason. Robert Barnard, whose mordantly funny one-off mysteries are as good as any currently being produced, has tended to sag in the too cute series featuring Perry Trethowan, a highborn cop. In Cherry Blossom Corpse (Scribners; 213 pages; $14.95), Barnard is back at his malicious best. Perry accompanies his sister to a convention of romance novelists where, literarily speaking at * least, murder is the least of the crimes on display...