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...derived from Greco-Roman statuary. Other and lesser artists who had been through David's teaching studio believed it did, and had fine theories to support their belief. But Ingres had a horror of theory, and like his 17th century predecessor Nicolas Poussin, he was much more interested in flesh than in marble...
...FLESH AND BONES. Treating bone cells right is what Charles Vacanti, an anesthesiologist and director of the Center for Tissue Engineering, has been doing at the University of Massachusetts Medical Center in Worcester. When that machinist lopped off the top of his thumb, Vacanti took some of the victim's bone cells, grew them in the lab and then injected them into a piece of coral fashioned into the shape of the missing digit. "Coral's got lots of interconnected channels for the bone cells to grow in," says Vacanti. It also degrades as bone replaces it. The patch...
...penchant for provocation. As the heroine of Sue Miller's newest novel, While I Was Gone, Jo faces a grave dilemma: how to reconcile her domesticated life as a 52-year-old mother, wife and veterinarian with her sensual fantasies and hippie past. She is fascinated by naked flesh, particularly that of her daughters, her husband and her bar-waitress friends. Unlike her loving husband Daniel, a minister who professes to be "a happy man," Jo is increasingly dissatisfied with her predictable life. Her three grown daughters have left the house, her career no longer provides the excitement it once...
...Hard-core Harvard aficionados will display true alma mater chauvinism with a more permanent memento. After all, life is good; stain your flesh crimson and wear it everywhere you go! Choose to indulge in a discreet "veritas" just above the ankle or, for those who epitomize risque, a full-torso enhancement. Whatever. Just remember: location, location, location...
Slowly, I come to my senses. My bare flesh recoils from my icy bathroom tile. I am wearing nothing but my red plaid boxers. There is a putrid stench, but its origin is unclear. Early morning sunlight streams through a window. I bring myself upright and lean against the bathtub. The toilet stands amidst a puddle of vomit. At its sight, I hold back a dry heave. God bless the Hong Kong...