Word: fats
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Security is a fuzzy blanket, or Natural Ice Cream, or Bertoit Brecht. The fuzzy blanket keeps you warm, the Natural Ice Cream keeps you healthy (and fat) and Bert Brecht keeps you happy. For Brecht's world is one where the good guys are really good, and the bad guys are really bad. St. Joan is heroic and noble (and shows those Chicago stockyard bosses); Grusha of The Caucasian Chalk Circle triumphs gloriously over those mean Ironshirt heavies. And those who are neither good nor bad but are in morality's mushy middle are at least nice; Baal of Baal...
KAFKA IN PRAGUE, a fat, too-expensive coffee table book, provides some photographs which make interesting illustrations for Janouch's book. There are many views of the places in Prague which Kafka and Janouch passed on their walks, of the halls and the facade of the Workman's Accident Insurance Association, of the churches and courtyards which inspired settings in The Trial...
...agencies in one key respect: to keep their clients happy, most large agencies have also had to offer separate "à la carte" services for a usually modest negotiated fee. Thus the flat 15% of billings that advertisers traditionally paid their full-service agencies is disappearing-and with it the fat agency profits...
...fallen on hard times. Today's frankfurters contain less than 12% protein and about 28% fat, according to a study released last week by the Consumers Union. In contrast, the wieners of 1937 averaged nearly 20% protein and only 19% fat. Space age franks were also found by the Consumers Union to contain alarmingly high levels of water, bacteria and potentially poisonous nitrites. More than 40% of the test hot dogs were in the process of spoiling; insect parts and rodent hairs turned...
...vision, because it is uncanny and so much depends on our willingness to accept its terms, proves a dangerous basis for the novel: style outpaces content until even Cyril's pleasure principle is violated--inadvertently. So one finally believes that John Hawkes has the over-fat soul of a child. No matter how precocious, he is unable or unwilling to match his obvious talent with any sort of serious moral statement. Instead, Hawkes has cast himself (and his book) into a state of unresolved fantastic formalism...