Word: doorway
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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ANTHROPOLOGISTS INSIST that man is slowly growing larger, a fraction of an inch each generation, so that 1980 man bumps his head on the doorway that 1850 man sailed under easily. The subspecies of American writers, though, seem even more thyroidal--in the past few decades they have soared in size. Mailer, Wolfe, even John Irving; these men are literary Paul Bunyans, their typewriters 40 axhandles from base to carriage. Unafraid of any subject, they tackle modern life head on, to either conquer (Mailer and Wolfe) or be conquered. There is nothing quiet and little reflective about these men; they...
...gray afternoon last April, 6-ft. 10-in. Crimson basketball center Bob McCabe leaned on his bike in the empty doorway of unfinished Briggs Cage...
...images in numerous variations, a self-reflexive mode of invention that one associates more with Picasso than anyone earlier. This point is brought home dramatically by the gallery of motifs from The Gates of Hell, from The Thinker itself (originally meant to be the central figure over the doorway, a Dante dreaming the whole Inferno) to the battalion of flying, crouching, writhing figures, bare forked animals all, that crowd the plinths...
...first sound of firing, Deaver ducked. The President's grin vanished. He looked startled, bewildered. Instinctively, Agent Parr pushed Reagan's head down, shoved him hard through the open car door. Reagan's head struck the roof of the doorway. Both men landed on the transmission hump ahead of the rear seat, Parr on top of the President. "Take off!" shouted Parr to the driver. "Just take...
...Little Pete") on a NYC street. Bakshi decides to bring the story up to the present while linking it with the past, so Pete struts the street to Pat Benatar's recent "Hell is for Children" (a dismal choice for an anthem!) and stops to look in a doorway where an orthodox rabbi is chanting and moves on. Young punks denying their past! Oy vey! The screen explodes into surreal dance on the edges of razor blades, mouth-piercing safety pins, and the Sex Pistols growling. "We're so pretty, oh so pretty--vacant...