Word: fictions
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...film--which has not much at all to do with Fargo, North Dakota--is about the difficulty real folks have pulling off crimes that always go smoothly in fiction. Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy) needs a lot of cash, so he hires two thugs (Steve Buscemi and Peter Stormare) to kidnap his wife for the ransom money. But these guys aren't smooth criminals; they go nuts trying to put on a galosh or scrape the ice off their windshield. Two incompetent murders later, police chief Marge Gunderson (Frances McDormand) commences her investigation. And the bad guys get the frozen...
...true-crime comedy should really be subtitled 'How to Laugh at People Who Talk Minnesotan,' says TIME's Richard Corliss. The film -- which has not much at all to do with Fargo, North Dakota -- is about the difficulty real folks have pulling off crimes that always go smoothly in fiction. Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy) needs a lot of cash, so he hires two thugs (Steve Buscemi and Peter Stormare) to kidnap his wife for the ransom money. But these guys aren't smooth criminals; they go nuts trying to put on a galosh or scrape the ice off their...
...find pure joy in Websites devoted to monitoring the process of brewing coffee. That was the date that The Spot, the first serial drama designed specifically for the Internet, made its debut. But the Net's first narrative-driven vehicle did not venture into the mysteries of science fiction. Nor did it relate any apocalyptic fantasies about virtual militiamen. Instead it offered the lifeblood of housewives in terry-cloth slippers: a sexed-up daytime serial...
...HOUSE (SIMON & Schuster; 287 pages; $22), Stephen McCauley's third novel, a friend tells Clyde, the narrator, "No one cares about novels anymore. No one wants to wade through the obfuscations of fiction. Just pump out all the filthy facts, toss in a chapter on rehab and wrap...
Thank heaven no one has let McCauley's publisher in on this nearly accurate bit of cynicism. There aren't any filthy facts here, no trite wrap-ups--just funny, sustaining fiction. The only resemblance between McCauley's writing and rehab is that you can just check in. Such are the author's fluency and humor ("Nothing is more intimate than the right kind of insult") that the reader can ramble along, smelling the roses...