Word: friendly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Letters of John Cheever provides a quick, easy answer: no. The author believed, as he once wrote a friend, that "the common minutiae of life" are "the raw material of most good letters." Cheever's letters are crammed with everyday details, although such information does not shed much new light on his fiction, which was luminous enough to begin with. To learn more about Cheever is to take a refresher course in the pleasure of his company. He could toss off a letter that made even a motel remarkable: "The furniture was of no discernible period or inspiration...
...tragedy enlarged through the afternoon. First had come the awareness of the death of a man, a friend, a father and a husband. Then numbed nerves began to grapple with the fact that the Government too was brain-dead for the moment. There was the sense of a beast in convulsion at Parkland. Police rushed here and there. Vehicles circled, darted. A small coterie with Vice President Lyndon Johnson . . . No, try it again. A small coterie with President Lyndon Johnson dashed for Love Field and Air Force One. A piece of lead weighing less than an ounce had blown away...
...newsmen shouted, Kilduff sought out an empty room with a friend. The scrap of paper with its devastating message quivered like a leaf in his fingers. He lighted a cigarette. Then something broke. "I saw that man's head," he sobbed. "I couldn't believe it. I nearly died...
...laundry out the back door." Jackie carried what dignity was left. Face stained, clothes marked with dried blood, eyes straight ahead, hand on the bronze casket as it was wheeled down the ramp. Several aides walked beside Jackie. The whole bright prospect of their new world shaped by their friend and leader had been vaporized in an instant by Oswald...
Well, I'm glad--because I don't want to hang out at final clubs anymore. But a couple of weeks ago, I still went with a friend to a punching function at the Fly. I don't know why--it must have been a regressive instinct. And I did have a good time...