Word: eats
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...year-old Lagos broadcasting official who is Nigeria's foremost writer, illuminates today's confused events along the opaque waters of the Niger. Life imitates art, but seldom so promptly on cue. Achebe's book sounds the obituary drums for "the fat-dripping, gummy, eat-and-let-eat regime" that history has extinguished, and makes clear why his still unstable nation should turn to military government. In fact, his novel ends with just such a military coup, the first of many, it seems...
There she is, alone in the jungle, menaced by a great, girl-eating tiger. She buys him off with her beautiful green sash. Then an alligator wants to eat her. Thinking fast, she trades her little blue dress for her life. And so it goes, as tropical stripteaser Little White Squibba faces more perils than Pauline. Squibba is the heroine of a just-published British children's book by the late Helen Bannerman, famed for her 1899 classic Little Black Sambo. The manuscript had been in her lawyer's safe for 20 years. But why is Squibba white...
...months at a time in undersea bunkhouses. Oilmen have lately discovered how to derive a high-grade, edible protein from petroleum. The U.S. Army has figured out how to irradiate meats to preserve them for three years-a development of vast potential for refrigeration-shy countries. Would people eat such stuff? Happily, entrenched habits can be changed. In India's rice-shy Kerala state, people are learning to down wheat they once spurned...
...that is almost as savagely hilarious as Evelyn Waugh's Black Mischief. Mossman sets his scene in a mythical Middle Eastern kingdom on which the British are losing their traditional grip. The incumbent king is a corpulent pederast who splashes in a gold-plated bathtub while his people eat mice and provide entertainment for the sadistic secret police. His army and his oilfields are controlled by the British, but the British legate is a bumfembedded chargé, and his aides are tired old faggots and redbrick rejects. The Russians infiltrate, the colonels plot, the inevitable coup transpires...
Kesselring himself could hardly have prevailed against a populace so shifty that when a man quarrels with his neighbor he adds injury to insult by letting his donkey eat the neighbor's grass. In the belly-busting climax of this humoric epic, the Germans ignominiously wrest defeat from the jaws of victory, and the villagers preserve their vino for the postwar American market. Crichton tells his story with grace, pace, warmth and a wonderful free-reeling wit that skips among the vineyards like an inebriated billygoat. The book should make a dandy movie...