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Rock fans in their chair days can recall a distant dawn when pop music was about having a good time--fun fun fun for sweet little 16 at the hop. But that was before guys who knew three guitar chords were dubbed artists and, as such, had to suffer out loud for their muse. Consumers of pop have become so used to dirges about life's rottenness, sung by grungesters crushed under the weight of money, fame, drugs and women, that any happy music seems like ad jingles. Even female singers, traditionally dainty types, got the message. Doesn't Alanis...
When one of our babies woke up before dawn, did I recite The Canterbury Tales to her in a way that stimulated the bejesus out of her brain circuitry, or did I just mutter unintelligibly, "Where the hell did she throw the bottle now?" At this point, it isn't even easy to remember precisely what I said to my kids when they were teenagers. Just last month I got in touch with both of my daughters to make sure we'd remembered to tell them not to join any cults...
...afternoon of April 9, 1969, it was Harvard's turn. Filled with that '60s mixture of anger, rage and disillusionment--much of it prompted by the continued war in Vietnam--about 300 students seized University Hall, physically pushing some of the deans down stairways and out the doors. Before dawn, President Pusey unilaterally summoned the Cambridge police to force their way into the Hall and get the students out. Donned in helmets and equipped with nightsticks and tear gas, the police stormed the building...
...golden couple in a golden time, the Levovs rise effortlessly on an unbreaking wave of postwar prosperity. They move to a 160-year-old stone house in one of the Garden State's classiest exurbs. There Mary Dawn breeds prize cattle on a 17-acre homestead and rears daughter Meredith, a bright, bubbly child the Levovs call Merry...
...will search the shelf of contemporary fiction long and hard to find a parental nightmare projected with the emotional force and verbal energy that Roth brings to American Pastoral. Every time she passes a young woman, Mary Dawn hopes it is her daughter. Hope, in fact, is no help. It only inflames the pain every day. Eventually the mother starts to habituate expensive psychiatric clinics. The ideal marriage dissolves, and long before he sickens with terminal prostate cancer, Swede begins to die of heartbreak...