Word: faults
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...sprawl, dirty air, glitz, wealth, power, celebrities, a Noah's ark of immigrants, real estate gone mad, earthquakes, brushfires, mud slides, avalanches, floods, a million or so illegal aliens, freeways, enslavement to the automobile, drive-in churches, Disneyland, outrageous poverty, oil, the Pacific Rim, living on the fault line, heart-stopping geographical beauty, to name but a few ingredients? In spots it owns a resemblance to Lagos: vines grow in the cracks. In other places, a word that comes easily to the tongue is paradise. Generalities abound, and most apply. The City of Angels...
...begins to follow Harvey's life exclusively. Here the author seems to have had an unclear idea of the nature of effect she wanted for her novel; she seems to have been torn between making it a cartoon and making it a movie. Perhaps this is not a great fault, for The Only Problem is eminently re-readable: warts often resemble freckles on a second perusal...
...that all the screwing around he did was "sick" but he is still proud of having been included in the survey. The several pages he devotes to this analysis ring especially hollow when he writes about how much he loved his wife and how their divorce was mostly her fault for not understanding...
...chapter on birth control, Greer maintains that, far from having modernized contraception to make it clean, safe, and unobtrusive, women remain dependent on outmoded, unpleasant and sometimes harmful devices. The side effects of the pill and the IUD are well-known, but Greer presses on to find fault with that most revered and safe contraceptive, the diaphragm. It's so messy, she says--and cumbersome, and inconvient. Few disagreements from the general public there. But at this point, for this embattled author, only a graphic description will suffice...
...confirmed rumors about the typographical mistakes in Ulysses. The first person to notice them was the author himself. Shortly before his epic novel appeared in February 1922, James Joyce wrote an editor: "I an extremely irritated by all those printer's errors." They were, in part, his own fault. An obsessive reviser, Joyce scrawled some 100,000 additional words in the margins of galleys as they were sent to him for proofreading. These changes had to be incorporated into what was al ready becoming a palimpsest of confusion: diverse typists' errant renderings of various stages of Joyce...