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...Their idea of equal rights is the American flag and Confederate swastika flying side by side." JULIAN BOND, chairman of the N.A.A.C.P., speaking last month about members of the Republican Party...
Tate & Lyle is on a sugar rush. After just four years in stores, the British firm's no-calorie sweetener sucralose (brand name Splenda) accounts for 43% of U.S. retail sugar-substitute sales (excluding Wal-Mart). That beats Equal and Sweet'n Low, according to market researcher Information Resources. In a deal with Tate, McNeil Nutritionals, a Johnson & Johnson division, is rolling out a sugar-Splenda blend for baking in August. Splenda, already used in thousands of manufactured foods (one appeal: it withstands heat better than alternatives do), is also going into new mid-calorie sodas from Coca-Cola...
...Equal to my mother's exquisite needle artistry was her compassion for others. Every Sunday she and my father would load our car with extra clothing and homemade meals for the children at the local orphanage. One week I protested when my mother wanted to give away my favorite cap. She reminded me that I would get a new one the very next day but that orphans had no parents to buy them caps. Then she added something I have never forgotten: "There's nothing that can warm your heart more than making someone else feel better...
...message of Transmission is that there's something rotten in today's fully wired world. Hopscotching among a host of minor characters and a variety of geographic backdrops, Kunzru attacks the absurdities of a superfast, superficial society. Kunzru's gift is that he can relate with equal authority how unbalanced things are today in London, Brussels, Delhi or suburban California-where, he writes, "Anyone on foot ... is one of four things: poor, foreign, mentally ill or jogging." Like Don DeLillo, the great American novelist whom he admires, Kunzru is part of a modern breed of fiction writers who double...
...forest. Her blood spills over the white ground as her spirit escapes in an explosion of paisley patterns. She dies and, in a succession of increasingly smaller panels, she transforms into the husk of a ladybug. At once Gao realizes that all life, those of insects and men, have equal value. It is as great a transformative moment as any to be found in fiction...