Word: forthing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Demand for credit ballooned. In the past four weeks alone, loans to business jumped at a rate of 23%, while the commercial paper market, which is where big corporations trade megabuck lOUs back and forth among themselves, leaped by an astonishing...
...trademarks of an insurgent campaign: packed auditoriums at colleges and universities and sober talk about difficult issues. Calling for "a new order," California Governor Jerry Brown last week set forth on his most serious pre-campaign trip to date. For eleven days, through Illinois, Minnesota, New York, Massachusetts and New Hampshire, he zeroed in on college campuses and local television stations. Brown was clearly out for grass-roots support. "I don't expect to have the endorsement of Governors, Senators and mayors," he admitted...
...KEEPING WITH THIS DECADE'S all-consuming obsession with self, so-called emancipated women writers increasingly have headed for their typewriters to spew forth tortuous, long-winded, accounts of their traumatized childhoods. Works belonging to this "coming to terms with my past" genre--Marilyn French's The Women's Room, Christine Crawford's Mommie Dearest, and Nancy Friday's My Mother/Myself, are ghastly examples--are more motivated by bitterness than any sense of liberation as they grovel self-indulgently in memory's sludge and heap almost exclusive blame on mother for singlehandedly engineering their adult misfortunes...
LIKE A LITERARY KRONOS, John Barth has stuffed each of his fictional offspring down his maw and let forth an echoing belch of a novel. The noise deafens; Barth blushes. With reason--many an atrocity litters Letters's past, including the authorial analogues of incest, cannibalism and flagellation. But what Barth does in the privacy of his own imagination is his own business; the worst atrocity he reserves for the hapless reader. The siren call of Barth's in-souciance, his cleverness, his recklessness, beckons you towards a grinding crash on the rocks surrounding these 750 pages, and a lonely...
...sequence of letters to the author describes the progress of her affair with Ambrose Mensch, a dilettante writer late of Lose in the Funhouse. Barth makes a feeble effort to set her up as an allegorical representation of "Belles Lettres," on which her--or Ambrose--hopes to father forth a new novel, but she balks, her past liaisons with famous men of letters notwithstanding...