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...parents, his early attraction to a military career, his brushes with racism in the South, his two tours of duty in Vietnam. Powell, who wrote the book with historian- biographer Joseph E. Persico, retains a serious but not pompous tone, with frequent flashes of self-deprecating wit. A man fond of maxims, Powell is always looking to learn from mistakes as well as successes, and he frames much of his story that way. Under the glass top of his desk at the Pentagon, Powell kept a pulpit's worth of sayings: Get mad, then get over it. Share credit...
...fall is a wonderful time of year, Crates and boxes encrusted with summer dust are cracked open, new telephone numbers are hopelessly irretrievable, and welcome back parties spring up like fond memories of lost friends and acquaintances. At a recent Back Bay soiree, some illustrious members of the Harvard community and other assorted Boston elite gathered for chit-chat and bizarre revelation...
...bless the muckrakers. your Milestone stirred up fond memories of critic George Seldes [CHRONICLES, July 17] and his wonderful newsletter, In Fact, which contained news "the press refuses to print." In the 1940s he published a shocking account of smokers and cancer and sadly concluded that in deference to advertisers, the mainstream press would not touch it. It was two decades before anyone else seriously broached the subject. STEWART EAST Santa Clarita, California
...FLORIDA'S WALT DISNEY WORLD, the hot new "ride" is George Lucas' Alien Encounter. In this fond tribute to William Castle, sleaze showman extraordinaire of 13 Ghosts and The Tingler, visitors enter a circular room, are strapped into seats and see a huge hideous monster writhing in a plastic tube. Then the alien escapes--and the lights go out. Heavy footsteps approach, and your seat gets a violent rattle. You feel the creature's breath and reptilian tongue on the back of your neck. An icky liquid drenches you; is it someone's exploding guts or your own fear-sweat...
Much of the fault of The Language of Life lies with Moyers' decision to "go soft"--to play the genial, wide-eyed interviewer who encounters a revelation at every turn. He's fond of faux-naif questions (at least one hopes the faux is genuine) such as, "So politics is not only a matter of revolution?" or "Mysticism wasn't meant to be public, was it?" The result is a series of earnest one-on-one interviews that promote just those traits the contemporary poetry scene least needs to encourage: its solemn exhibitionism, its squishy mysticism, its self-absorption...