Word: foundings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...minutes and 40 seconds, this was a routinely dull football game, hardly what you would expect in the 83rd meeting of two Ivy arch-rivals. But shortly after Sen. Edward Kennedy and his entourage of Secret Service watchdogs skipped out of Section 32, the game found some excitement--in the final 20 seconds...
...Council considered no other reforms or alternative foreign studies programs, nor did it inform CUE student members that their lengthy committee debates were pointless. Steven C. Gold '81, a CUE student member says, "What annoys me is the way we found out about it--entirely hearsay. No one bothered to tell us." James Henderson '80, another CUE student member, says the Council vote took CUE by surprise. He says they were led to believe the Council would support their effort to make the existing study abroad plan more flexible. But Henderson says he realizes now the Council "has pulled...
Though Harvard outshot the Big Green by 800 per cent and rarely allowed the Dartmouth offense past the midfield line, the two teams found themselves locked in a 1-1 tie when the game horn sounded...
...style has much in common with the fantasy of Kafka, Borges, Stanislaw Lem and Gabriel Garcia Marquez; as in Kafka's The Castle and Lem's Memoir's Found in a Bathtub, Abe's new novel presents a protagonist thrust into an absurd, alien environment with a mission he must accomplish. In the former, a gentlemen K., claiming to be a land surveyor, sets out to reach the castle, while Lem's memoir-writer must wander through endless corridors to escape from a vast underground military complex. In Secret Rendezvous, the labyrinth is an enormous hospital, and the unnamed protagonist...
...every one of his old plots and recycles it, that is engaged in eternal omphaloskepsis, a sort of literary autism. That's it--the burden of the past: not a roster of great literary forebears but the author's own bibliography. Barth is getting older, and he hasn't found his Theme. Letters is his middle-age-crisis objectified into a monstrosity. No one can fault Barth for wasting a decade of his life on it, if he just had to get it off his chest. But it's the kind of book a more discreet author would bury...