Word: fight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Separated by the Mississippi River, Minneapolis and St. Paul had long neglected their common problems as the nation's 15th largest urban area. On occasion, they joined to fight mosquitoes, build an airport and support big-league athletic teams. But the cities could not agree-among themselves or with their suburban neighbors -on any common solutions for some of the region's more pressing ailments...
That was 13 years ago. Then the town's elders decided to fight the out-migration by bringing industry to Forest City. Today Winnebago Industries, the company a town created, has become the largest manufacturer of recreational vehicles in the U.S. Last month Winnebago, which is named for the surrounding county, placed a $30 million order with the Dodge Truck Division for chassis and engines to build $120 million worth of motor homes -self-propelled dwellings that combine the mobility of a car with some of the comforts of home. Such vehicles have grown increasingly popular among affluent...
...pinch of poverty and some inner reach toward identity, but he usually does not accept pain and futility for long. If he does stay in and doesn't make it, as Leonard Gardner shows in this moving and perceptive first novel, he will find the modern fight scene, though anything but richly dramatic, every bit as cruel and lonely as ever...
...fields for a killing day on skinny wages. Gardner's three characters are grafted to this landscape. An aging (29) lightweight, lush and former local contender, Billy Tully grieves over his split with his wife, who occupies his flophouse dreams and gives him a convenient excuse for not fighting. Then one day, finding himself in a Y.M.C.A. gym, he meets Ernie Munger, an 18-year-old would-be welterweight and sends him to his own long-suffering ex-manager, Ruben Luna. This should be some sort of beginning. But the three are going precisely no place. Tully dries...
Marks of Hell. Gardner's fight talk is brilliantly accurate. The true pathos of fighting as a subsistence trade, he shows, comes not from scheming and exploitation but from the slow corruption of courage and spirit. "Fat City," as fighters sometimes call success in boxing, is bankrupt. The long sleek cars, the sweet shock of public recognition, the feel of silk on skin is, for most fighters, pure celluloid fantasy. Their daily rounds are marked instead by steady pain and a sameness that is itself the mark of most hells...