Word: details
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...watching this?" But Hackman moves through this film without straining--he's done better work before, and he seems to enjoy Doyle's character. His enunciation of various and Sunday disgusting expressions is done with as much relish and skill as Nicholson in The Last Detail. But it must be a sublime pleasure to stand in front of the cameras and yell swear words as hard...
...shape of Calvino's parables is a constant. Each embodies some philosophical conceit, some paradox of perception or memory, and each finds form in a peculiar kind of physical description. The invisible cities bulge with imaginative and very specific detail: Chloe is peopled by "a girl twirling a parasol on her shoulder," "a woman in black, showing her full age, her eyes restless beneath her veil, her lips trembling," "a young man with white hair," and "two girls, twins, dressed in coral." In Eusapia, a city of the dead...
...main characters of the book will be the self-described "participating observer" himself. Talese, now 43 and not visibly tired, will detail his experiences of managing two massage parlors at once ("I was very good at it"), frequenting fleshpots across the U.S. and Europe, sitting through porno films and sex-therapy sessions, frolicking in nudist camps, joining in group sex and otherwise living out the genitalian fantasies of millions-all in the name of journalism. "A writer cannot write from the sidelines," he says. "It's my own life story. I'm holding nothing back...
...TRAIN ROBBERY (Knopf; 266 pages; $7.95) happily contributes to the current revival of British imperial style. In Sherlock Holmes reprints, The Great Victorian Collection and innumerable biographies, Victoria Regina rides again. For this intricate mystery, her very nation moves to life. The vowel sounds and alley reeks, the technological detail and social lacunae-all are here, ornamenting a tale based on the celebrated 1850 heist...
...anonymity seems much less a trick than an act of painful discretion by Joyce Eliason. Her book, a first novel, is spare and direct, told in a series of quick sense impressions that spin out of each other like the grooves on a record. She seizes the phantom detail that makes a memory jump to life-the texture of a jacket fabric; a room in the Mormon temple; the last words, wrenching and absurd, spoken to her by her dying father: "I'm so hungry...