Word: diner
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...will move into an $85,000 condominium in the Berkeley Hills.) Once he has selected the day's outfit from three oversized closets that contain 100 shirts and pairs of pants, twelve leather jackets ("I've got every color") and a dozen hats, he heads to a diner called Lois the Pie Queen for brunch...
...will be a working man for a day until a bath after supper has swept these petty distinctions from his natural form. Coleman's earnest, nearlaughable effort to play the role to its hilt--munching the very last of the grits at the oh-so blue-collar diner, mouthing the curse-words he once choked on in front of his students--bespeaks his own faith that only these outward circumstances distinguish the working...
...inquiry remained one of Nixon's best hopes for stalling an adverse committee decision. Certainly, his public relations drive was increasingly irrelevant. As Republican Senator John Tower of Texas observed: "I suppose it humanizes him a little in the public's mind when he walks into a diner and chats with a black waitress. But his problem is in Washington now. Hell, he ain't running for county sheriff...
...author of this moral melodrama, Ron Bitto '74, already has one Harvard production--John's Diner, featured at last year's Quincy House Arts Festival--under his belt. His dialogue still sounds annoyingly bookish, sprinkled with words like "precautious" and "warpedness." Such a style is perfectly suited to Grandfather's verbose monologues and tall tales, but it doesn't sound right coming from the other more down-to-earth characters. Bitto tosses in an occasional four-letter word, but this ploy fails to add any realism...
...hero, Henry Soames is the fat and lonely middle-aged owner of a roadside diner in the mid-1950s. Henry knows he will die of a heart-attack someday soon and in a way the book is the story of his coming-to-grips with death. Henry feels cheated by a life wasted, listening to the grinding clutches of trucks working their way up Nickel mountain. But he can only express himself by talking to drunks who wander in at three in the morning or by roaring up the mountain in his old pick-up, defying the curves, playing with...