Word: dust
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...Private 1st Class Jonah Bishop, exhausted, his face filled with dust, his eyes as red as his round cheeks, collapses on the back ramp of his M-113 Track. "That's one thing about this place," he tries to explain, shortly before passing out. "Time doesn't matter. Days don't matter," Bishop frowns. "It's like being in Indiana...
...That sounded just right. ("I agree with that. I agree with that," was Gore's response.) But humility was lost in the anger, dust and blood of Sept. 11; it will be nearly impossible to recover when victory is won in Iraq. Hubris could easily masquerade as reality. We are incomparably strong and admirably free, the most benign superpower in history. But the truths inherent in that proposition could easily lead to a falsehood - that we are justified in remaking the world as we choose. Certainly the world seems ripe to be remade. "We had certain strategies and policies...
...Osama bin Laden among them? It seemed possible last week. This dust-blown speck on the map became the target of frantic media interest after Pakistani intelligence leaked news to reporters that U.S. special forces were hunting for him around this area, and that members of bin Laden's family were somewhere across the border in Iran. An Afghan commander in Kandahar claimed that two of bin Laden's sons--al-Qaeda members said to keep within close range of their father--were caught sheltering with the Zehri tribe of Baluchistan and were now in the hands of U.S. interrogators...
...would mistake these camps for three-star hotels. Nothing is easy here. Blinding, unseasonably fierce dust storms are turning the sky apocalyptic orange. The wind and sand blast the skin and destroy tents. Rain turns the desert into sludge. Troops wash their clothes in cardboard boxes lined with plastic bags, but socks and underwear can go a fortnight between washings. "We're not getting paid to smell pretty," says Lance Corporal Jason Wilebski, 19, queuing for a haircut. In these cramped quarters, tempers chafe. Some soldiers are not coping at all. One young man shot himself in the foot...
That's a photograph of a waterfall on the dust jacket of A Ship Made of Paper (Ecco; 352 pages), Scott Spencer's very fine new novel about wild love. But don't imagine it's there because his reckless lovers--one white, one black--find a happy ending at Niagara Falls. This is a book about love as a torrent, a force of nature that overwhelms families, harrows lives and lays waste to whole towns as it thunders through. Love may be our only hope, but when you put this book down--not an easy thing...