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Sacks interweaves tales of early scientists, familial anecdotes and chemistry lessons with his narrative. Thus Uncle Tungsten is far more than a book of memoirs. It presents the reader with a different view of the world where every detail—every candle-flame, light-bulb and breath of air—is a mystery waiting to be solved...
When three flame emails burned up my mailbox I lost half my readership over a crack about Charlie Brown. In spite of Charles Schulz's "Peanuts" being the definition of a mainstream, co-opted comicstrip, it would seem that the cynical, iconoclastic comixcenti hold it as close to their hearts the rest of America. Could I have been wrong to dismiss Charlie Brown's 50 years of antics as a "crudely-drawn dwarf's repetitious bumblings?" As luck would have it a new book, "Peanuts: The Art of Charles M. Schulz," addresses just such doubts about the most popular comicstrip...
...Tape it all day, will you? O.K. Love you, babe." At midnight an American AC-130 gunship began lazily circling Qala-i-Jangi. It flew five times over the same spot, spraying the southern end of the fort with a golden stream of fire. Later a massive ball of flame lifted up from the fort, kicking off a fireworks display as mortar rounds and ammunition belts fired off into the night sky. Explosions sounded through the night; the blast blew open doors 10 miles away...
...British-born journalist and author evidently seeks to cast himself as a morose rebel from the outset. The mission of Letters to a Young Contrarian, the latest addition to a career carved in stubborn public controversy, fits in nicely with this conceit: the seasoned revolutionary passes his wisdom onto flame-brained youth...
...many images race through my mind as I recall the New York City Marathon. Crossing the bridge into Brooklyn, a firefighter ran with us, dressed in his heavy boots, flame-retardant coat and pants and signature black helmet. One runner beside me wore a singlet with “For My Buddies” written across the shoulders, and seven names listed down the back. Another woman I passed had pinned a picture of her late brother to the back of her T-shirt. Some ran with American flag capes fluttering behind them, and scores of others had adorned their...