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...body of the book, the story of a season of discontent, is where Golenbock excels. There are a few flaws, however: he does dwell unnecessarily on Valvano's coaching deficiencies, which are numerous but hardly immoral; and he also inserts a three-page chapter devoted solely to relaying rumors that Bias' died from smoking a crack-laced marijuana cigarette, not from snorting cocaine. Interesting, but irrelevant and unsubstantiated...
...Dwell instead on what this chain-smoking, nearsighted, 42-year-old family man with a hyperactive imagination has boldly orchestrated on the global stage. It would have been enough that he engineered the defection of a Soviet nuclear submarine in The Hunt for Red October. But no, Clancy had to go fight World War III without firing a single nuclear weapon in Red Storm Rising -- and make sure that the good guys narrowly...
Those who stay behind dwell in a Latin version of Dickensian squalor. Managua is a succession of seedy shantytowns, abandoned buildings and lots where cows, goats and horses forage. Twice a week water is cut off, and rotating power blackouts add to the capital's desolation. In the countryside some farmers live well off their own land, while a few miles down the road naked children from a dusty village drink from and relieve themselves in the same brown stream...
...texts using masculine terms for humanity, the editors took greater liberties. Not even works of Methodism's co-founder and greatest hymnodist, Charles Wesley, were spared. In his Hark, the Herald Angels Sing, "pleased as man with men to dwell" becomes "pleased with us in flesh to dwell." In Christ the Lord Is Risen Today, "sons of men and angels say Alleluia" is recycled as "earth and heaven in chorus say Alleluia." As for other hymns: God of Our Fathers is now God of the Ages; Good Christian Men, Rejoice metamorphoses into Good Christian Friends, Rejoice; and O Little Town...
...readers like him. He is a former professor of philosophy, carelessly dressed, with watery blue eyes and a fleshy, houndlike face. He is still doing penance for his 1987 performance, having vowed not to smoke another cigar till the Dow Jones average tops 2722. He tends to dwell on his losses, even though he started out with $8,000 in 1977 and by taking his own advice has boosted it to $422,000. Charles Allmon, a rival newsletter editor, suggests that Frank is a ringer, a "riverboat gambler" suitably disguised by self-deprecation and a digressive academic manner. Frank replies...