Word: dead
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...witty, self-effacing and very British way, Braithwaite also has a lot to say about contemporary fiction in general. His opinions are marked by their forthrightness, as in his assertion that he's "saving Virginia Woolf for when I'm dead," or his hilarious skewering of Marquezian pyrotechnics; "A quota system is to be introduced on fiction set in South America. The intention is to curb the spread of package-tour baroque and heavy irony....Ah, the daiquiri bird which incubates its eggs on the wing; ah the fredonna tree whose root grow at the tips of its branches...
...death of his wife. The issue of the relation between Flaubert's life and art gradually dovetails into the narrator's biography. His attempts to understand are shot through with melancholy, as the past remains elusive: "My wife: someone I feel I understand less well than a foreign writer dead for a hundred years. Is this an aberration, or is it normal? Books say: She did this beacuse Life says: She did this." Barnes keeps the details of his narrator's life purposfully vague: the novel's complex and subtle design involves a sublimation of the personal into the scholarly...
...Bitburg, and it is still not too late for him to change his mind. Reagan's omission of Bitburg itself would only indicate his faith in the ability of West Germany to deal with its own past and get beyond it. Instead, because Reagan will honor German war dead, he should find a cemetery or site without SS members...
...street. A few miles up the dirt road, graves were being dug for the two brothers and 17 other villagers killed last week when 100 to 200 leftist insurgents raided the tiny hamlet of Santa Cruz Loma, 33 miles southeast of San Salvador, the capital. Among the dead were six members of the local civil defense team, as well as a woman and three small children. Three of the victims had their throats slit...
...then, George maintains, he died. "I was just nothing. I was dead. And a dirty smell come with it. I was dead, and I said, 'I don't care if I am dead, I still believe in God!' Whap! I was back." He started hollering hallelujahs, and the people in his dressing room "looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I did look crazy; all I know is since that day I wasn't a believer, I was a knower. Hallelujah, I'm saved! In all my wildest imagination I never thought up nothing like that. I sure didn...