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...from the novels of the past decade. Ever since Merry Levov blew up a post office in Philip Roth's American Pastoral, it has been like one long, literary Altamont: Russell Banks, T.C. Boyle, Susan Choi, Christopher Sorrentino and Dana Spiotta have all written books about nut-job flower children. And here come two more: Peter Carey's His Illegal Self (Knopf; 272 pages) and Hari Kunzru's My Revolutions (Dutton; 288 pages). Didn't anybody just leave it at taking illegal drugs and having promiscuous...
...awards show with the vibe of an all-star party; it's a party masquerading as an awards show. That's the Golden Globes when it's in full, fulsome flower. For one night, the TV viewer gets up-front gawking privileges, a chance to see George and Johnny and Julia and Jodie act, not like actors, but like movie stars - looking great, cracking wise, radiating celestial glamour. That's why the Golden Globes is the third-highest-rated of these annual bashes, after the Oscars and the Grammys...
...like Elliot, develop new hobbies as a way to spend time with a parent. "Gardening was something I could do with just my mom - it was never easy to get my mom to myself," he says. Elliot began gardening five years ago; he's now a junior judge at flower shows and grows about 330 varieties at home, including the 170 seedlings he has hybridized...
...that we have a female president, must we also have flowers in Harvard Yard? The association between gender and botany isn’t so eccentric as it first appears—Radcliffe has always had a greener thumb. Visitors from Oxford and Cambridge have often noted the lack of flower-beds in the yard, and so have those from Princeton and Yale. But why the austerity? Like any lusty mistress of knowledge, I consult the oracular geniuses. In this case, Reverend Professor Peter J. Gomes, Plummer Professor of Christian Morals, who after a learned cadenza through Harvard History said...
...Wild Mountain Nation” is a mash-up between a Best Week Ever skit and Warhol kitsch. Much like a disjointed nightmare, a Godzilla-sized lead singer dwarfs the skyscrapers around him, a cut-out plane flies overhead, and a man parachutes into a giant flower pot. Sound like a trip? At the very least, it was probably inspired by one at some point along the creative process. And then the band plays on top of the globe, as well as in outer space, straddling the rings of Saturn. The song itself is indie college pop in its most...