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...multi-volume series (aren't they all?), introduces a sui generis world of oddballs who live on a mysterious island, presumably somewhere off the Atlantic coast of the U.S., sometime prior to the Civil War. The premise of the first book has Bertha Snodgrass, the grade-school-age daughter of the island's governor, deciding to buy a slave on the mainland and bring him back to do her chores. You can't fault Grady for a lack of daring. But the book's bizarre conflation of the horror of human slavery mixed with childish whimsy, including magical candy...
...months, pacify a region with a centuries-old tradition of turmoil? Harold Jones Erbach, Germany The Future for Italy's Young Re your report on the under-40s [April 10]: I'm an American who has been living in Italy for more than 20 years and loving it. My daughter earned her degree in chemical engineering two years ago with highest honors at age 23 at the University of Genoa. She was able to find her current job five months before she got her degree. She was recruited and hired because she was a native English speaker - and because...
Herbert S. Hughes ’52, formerly of Kirkland House, could not attend the event but was represented by his daughter, Amy S. Hughes ’78. And William M. Simmons ’52, once a Winthrop House resident, was also represented by his brother, Tom Simmons...
...JIMMY BUFFETT to produce his first film. "I got to wear shorts," says the beach balladeer, who plays a casually attired marine-science teacher in Hoot, an adaptation of a book by Buffett's old friend and fellow Floridian Carl Hiaasen. "That's important." On the advice of his daughter, 13, Buffett bought the film rights to the mystery about scrappy 8th-graders trying to save endangered owls. Another daughter, 26, supervised the sound track. But don't expect cinema to surpass song as the Buffett family biz. "Too much sitting-around time," says Mr. Margaritaville. And not enough roles...
...attempts to inveigle himself into the U.S. via the fictional Caspian splinter state of Absurdistan, only to get tangled up with the cynical local oil politics and the local dictator's foxy daughter. All the while he bemoans his fate with Nabokovian wit and efficiency--when he alludes to the "typical drabness of the one-room Soviet apartment, with the bulbous refrigerator shuddering in the corner like an ICBM before launch," you can practically smell the spoiled milk...