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...Cain saw it, woman was the temptress, and Cora was a wailing siren -Circe in a highway diner. Jessica Lange's Cora is trapped, no less than Nick and Frank, by the grim imperatives of the Depression and her search for the deepest sense of identity through sex. The actress's presence and gestural eloquence provided Rafelson with this point of focus: Cora knows who she is and what men will do to possess her. A fraternity of appraising eyes follows her on the streets, in court, at the diner. One managing, sad-faced, respectably poor-emerges from...
Well said, Sam. Belly may have become a derogatory word in modern times, but Johnson properly viewed it as the locus and focus of gustatory enjoyment and sensual wellbeing. Still, Johnson was at a beggar's banquet compared with the modern diner's choice of delectations: ingredients, recipes and techniques from the kitchens of the world. Not least of these blessings, to a Johnsonian, is the cornucopia of culinary literature. A good cookbook is a perpetual feast, and this year's table is well laden...
...travel with any particular theme in mind, the pictures in his montage, realized in great, often tragic detail, are shrewdly observed. There is the casually inhuman toughness of the last frontier, where, when a drunk, drooling Indian lurches and almost collapses on the author's table in a diner his companion barely looks up as he says "Fuck off, partner." There is the disturbing impact of the short-sighted greed of the oil industry...
...schedule often reads like the Book of Genesis-or the Daily Racing Form. Happy Days begat Laverne & Shirley; Dallas begat Knot's Landing; Soap begat Benson. Now Alice has begat Flo. Polly Holliday has left Mel's Diner in Phoenix to open up her own bar, Flo's Yellow Rose, in her old home town, Cowtown, Texas...
...began airhitching, the last leg of a summer hitching to-fro' across America, by turning my back on I-90 and following the signs for the Billings, Montana airport. I had grown tired of hitching on a ramrod highway flopped down in dusty desolation and sustaining tin-diner towns. The west's rusticity and bo-hunk spirit sickened me. Two months on a ranch splitting wood, driving cattle, digging ditches, setting up fenceline, chewing tobacco, chasing chickens and pigs, and slaughtering sheep had sapped my pioneering, yahoo spirit. I longed for the sophisticated East, the blue rhapsody of New York...