Word: fleshly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...heart of Elkin's work, one usually finds longing and pain as old acquaintances, pleasure as an embarrassing surprise, the inevitability of risk and the mysteries of power and chance. Says Ben Flesh in The Franchiser: "The world is a miracle, history's and the universe's long shot. It runs uphill...
...bodies were lifted from the agonized postures of sudden death and shrouded in brown blankets by volunteer civil defense and Red Cross workers, wearing gas masks against the stench and rubber gloves to fend off the toxins from the decaying flesh. Frantic clusters of Palestinians gathered around the rigid, pathetic bundles. From time to time, one of the onlookers would shriek in horror, catching sight of the distorted features of a friend or family member. At one point, a woman torn by grief stood over one of the bloated corpses waving a scarf and a handful of personal letters...
...photographs are becoming a sort of genre of the late 20th century: the massacre shots. We see the crumpled litter of bodies, the familiar, companionably mounded flesh reposing on the bare dirt in the sun in a stunned fatal sprawl. The inarticulate carrion aftermath. We have seen them in Viet Nam and El Salvador and Uganda and Rhodesia and God knows where. My Lai is the primordial scene of the type. The same evil black bats burst flapping out of the pictures, into the brain, and each time the mind flinches and contracts and sickens and grieves for a moment...
...Unlike the Chancellor, who is a first-rate orator in both German and English, Kohl has an unfortunate tendency, as one journalist put it, to use "ten sentences when one will do." And if Schmidt is ill at ease among crowds, Kohl likes nothing better than to press the flesh. Says Kohl: "Schmidt and I are antitypes...
...feral carnivores out of The Blackboard Jungle; the girls are pert Circes out of a sophomore's wet dream. The nice guys surf, smoke dope and screw around; the bad ones torch autos, walk with a surly Gestapo swagger and carve their initials in the nearest human flesh. There is never a dull moment, never a suspension of disbelief, never a security guard around when the rowdies are methodically tearing the place down. Everybody at Contact High, from prom queen to thug, is dazzlingly photogenic. Nobody ever cracks a book...