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...emigre who settled in Brooklyn in the middle of the 20th century, raised a family, grew old, but never really got off the boat from Europe. Chenia, as Devorah reconstructs her in Carole Glickfeld's Swimming Toward the Ocean (Knopf; 388 pages; $24), lingers on a sort of moral gangplank with a view of the dazzling rides at Coney Island but with fear in her heart for the great American whirl. It's Chenia's husband who's having the good time, romping with his mistress and trying to sue himself into a fortune with harebrained legal actions. Devorah remembers...
...docking concludes more than a year's training in preparation for their looming six-month mission. "Today we got to stress all areas--navigation, communication and ship handling--and you did it well," the captain tells the crew. As the huddle breaks, two small children excitedly run up the gangplank. They hug the captain, who asks, "Did you see Mommy's ship come...
...tens of thousands of Africans were herded into cramped holding pens to be fattened up for the Middle Passage to a life of slavery in the New World. Their last contact with the African motherland came at the Door of No Return, where they were whipped across a narrow gangplank to the slave ships...
...they are also digging for buried treasure. On Babe, "the director often just turned on the camera and hoped to dear God he got something that matched," says Friedkin, who cut the film with Marcus D'Arcy. "There's one shot where the pig is backing down the gangplank and falls off. That was obviously a blown take. But in the cutting room, Marcus saw that it took on an extra dimension. He put it in, and it's one of the funniest bits in the film...
Mark Twain and Charlie Chaplin look-alikes, trailed by a freckle-faced Huck Finn, greet passengers as they come up the gangplank of the Mississippi River's newest paddle-wheeler, Emerald Lady. A Dixieland band lays down tune after tune, while a jokester on stilts tosses colorful doubloons. Waitresses with feathers jutting from their hair sashay through wood-paneled rooms, offering cocktails. As the riverboat pulls out of Fort Madison, Iowa, and steams up and down the Mississippi on a three-hour excursion into the 19th century, it is easy to get swept up in the hoopla. So easy that...