Word: echo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Sometimes the Updike stories echo not only themselves but other voices by other specialists. The Family Meadow, for example, could be an unconscious transcription of John Cheever's The Day the Pig Fell into the Well; it is a memorable elegy to a family at its high point of felicity, caught at the moment before its dissolution. Yet the story is Updike's own; it is clearly his identifiably New Jersey-Pennsylvania family he is writing about, and the note he sounds is ironic; so far, he has left others to blow the tragic basses...
...year. Of only 29 undisputedly authentic Vermeer paintings, Mauritshuis Director A. B. de Vries has managed to bring together eleven of the greatest, the largest such gathering since a 1696 Amsterdam auction. Setting them off is a complementary exhibition of masterpieces, ranging from Caravaggio to Cézanne, which echo Vermeer's serenity of spirit and magical treatment of light...
...Nugent's brother-in-law, it can't be easy being a front-line Marine officer in Viet Nam, and it must be doubled in spades being both at the same time. Nevertheless, 1st Lieut. Gerard Nugent, 24, apparently has the situation very well in hand. Commanding Echo Company of the 2nd Battalion 3rd Marine Division, he led his men in a frontal assault on a Communist training camp 20 miles from Danang that killed about 70 Viet Cong, then moved on to silence a sniper nest in high trees near Battalion H.Q. before calling in helicopters...
...sighting that was vouchsafed to Farmer Alexander Hamilton, of LeRoy, Kans., in April 1897. The hideous humanoids stole his heifer, hauled it aboard their "airship," and, "jabbering together," sailed away. "I don't want anything more to do with them," concluded Hamilton's affidavit. Most people would echo Hamilton's heartfelt prayer in the spirit of those who do not believe in ghosts and hope never...
...surface, many Africans seem to be happy enough about apartheid. "We know what we have is ours, even if it is the gift of the white boss," says Ephraim Tchabalata, who has grown rich on a chain of dry-cleaning establishments and filling stations. The streets of the cities echo with the laughter of Africans, and the townships rock to the Beatle beat of guitars, strummed by young men wearing the cowboy hats that have become the latest rage. But all too often the smiles hide resentment. Says one African: "If I walk in the streets of Johannesburg...