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Brown (seemingly not annoyed by the fog of Weinstein's cigar and cigarette smoke): "As soon as the three of us sat around a table, this thing became real real real. I think we all felt we were on to a winner...
...Deane's narrative seems so plausible because he immerses the reader in all the murk and fog that his narrator experiences. The book is a slow starter, because all the ignorance and bafflement the boy would naturally feel in his extreme youth are certainly shared by the unwitting reader, who must view the store through the narrator's skewed vision...
...Lucy precariously on the edge of a break-up when Syd comes knocking, tools in hand, asking to tinker with Lucy's pipes. "Are you running a bath?" Syd asks Lucy as the latter opens the door. "Nobody here has taken a bath in several days," Lucy confesses, the fog of heroin so thick in her brain that her words sound like underwater utterances. Syd, however, is too instantly fascinated by the photographs hung around the apartment, many of them of Greta, that she doesn't seem to notice most of the hangers-on snorting and smoking in Lucy...
...glimpse of President Clinton driving by in his limo. The impression was that they were drawn by the spectacle -- they weren't cheering and clapping, they were just staring at the huge motorcade. The Chinese met Clinton at the south gate of the city with an elaborate ceremony -- fake fog machines to add atmospherics, all these people in Tang dynasty costumes with elaborate headdresses, lanterns and weapons; a traditional emperor's greeting revived especially for the President. Clinton appeared to be enjoying himself and gave a nice people-to-people speech, staying away from politics. He noted that...
...subtle and evocative opening to E.M. Forster's Victorian romance, Howard's End, the words "only connect" take on a profound meaning in 28-year-old Michael Byers' debut collection of evocative short stories about unfulfilled longings and lives around the fog-shrouded Seattle shore. A Truman Capote fellow in the Wallace Stegner Fellowship program at Stanford University, Byers himself transmutes into the characters of his creation by an impressive flex of his literary muscles...