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...Four faceless London clerks, nearly invisible even to their employers, share an office. So vague is their work that even they are not sure exactly what it is they do. Only one thing is certain: they are about to retire, a prelude to dispiriting old age. Barbara Pym, in her first novel in 16 years, indelibly sketches this Quartet in Autumn, whose lives, spent in bedsitting rooms or empty homes, are marked with small regrets and smaller pleasures...
From the man who wrote "The Late Show" and "My Opening Farewell,' tripe like this is awfully sad to hear. "Love Need a Heart," a Lowell George composition, is an endless dirge indistinguishable from any nine Linda Ronstadt songs. "You Love the Thunder" is a faceless, mindless rocker in the mold of "Redneck Friend," but lacking the wit. It's a humorless song--and without a sense of humor, upbeat L.A. rock can be terribly dull...
...relevance." As Steiner elaborated, Kafka "was, in a literal sense, a prophet . . . He saw, to the point of exact detail, the horror gathering. The Trial exhibits the classic model of the terror state. It prefigures the furtive sadism, the hysteria which totalitarianism insinuates into private and sexual life, the faceless boredom of the killers. Since Kafka wrote, the night knock has come on innumerable doors...
...although they are nameless and faceless figures to the public, the more than 13,000 people who staff the committees and offices of members of Congress are neither malign nor inconspicuous. Many of them can be seen standing behind the rail at the rear of the House, and slipping in formation to Senators on the floor of the other chamber...
...indication, modern literature has entered a stage of terminal morbidity. Oates' picture of reality is so bleak that it could only be appreciated by a civilization dying slowly of self-disgust. Oates' characters are devoid of any sympathetic traits--not only are they lost and lonely, they are faceless and neurotic and filled with hate. Oates strips existential crisis of all its nobility, turning it into a form of mental illness. She transforms spiritual torment into a loathsome disease, a kind of leprosy of the soul...