Word: dandelion
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Reich's account of his life is essentially a thin outline on which he strings the clichés of the gray flannel '50s and the youth rebellion at Berkeley and Yale. As in The Greening of America, he wafts nonsensical generalizations like dandelion seeds: "An alienated society is no less a political tyranny because the oppression is found within each individual, rather than coming from a single source such as an army or a dictator...
...spectacular array of photos. There must be 200 of these, mostly in color and mostly by Neil Leifer of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. They cover Ali from his middle teens to the present. They show him fighting, foaming, capering, preaching, blowing his mind at the press like a child blowing dandelion seeds. The pictures, at least, are a coherent record of an incoherent character, who has managed, for the moment, to scramble one of the country's most literate and sensible minds...
Reviewers are paid to take these terrible risks and the report here, offered a little shakily, is that Dandelion Wine is fine and new and rare. The novel is a giddy leap into nostalgia, and maybe that is why it works as well now as it ever...
Burn all high school yearbooks, tell loathsome lies to old roommates who telephone after 20 years, on pain of black despair avoid sentimental journeys to childhood beer gardens, and never, never reread Look Homeward, Angel. But here comes Science Fiction Writer Ray Bradbury's magical boyhood novel Dandelion Wine, republished in a new edition after 19 years. Is its magic powerful enough to make it young again, or is its neck corded and scrawny in the collar of that new dust jacket...
Buying new sneakers, without which summer cannot begin at all. Hanging the porch swing, gathering dandelion blossoms, pressing them, adding rain water and waiting for the bubbles of fermentation. A friend leaves town. An old man dies. Grandma cooks a mighty belly-boggling, legendary dinner. Douglas gets sick and lies loony and limp. He gets well. He and his brother rocket around town, crazy with motion. He hides, quiet, in the dark bed of ferns beside the porch, listening to the drone of grown-up voices; cigar ends glow in the dusk. His new sneakers fade, streak, scuff...