Word: goats
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...usually dead, or his books have come to be considered classics-or both. John Earth, 36, is alive, and none of his books have yet reached the classical shelf. He has written four novels-The Floating Opera, End of the Road, The Sot-Weed Factor and Giles Goat-Boy. The first three together sold fewer than 8,000 copies. Goat-Boy, the only one that can be called a popular success, sold about 50,000 and showed up briefly on the bestseller lists. Despite this inconclusive reception, The Sot-Weed Factor has now been republished (Doubleday; $7.50), and Earth...
...South Viet Nam celebrated the arrival of the Year of the Goat* amid an international flurry of peace talk, neither noise nor nostrums seemed to have much effect on the true devils of the South: the Viet Cong and their North Vietnamese allies. During the four-day Tet truce, the Reds who were not fighting doubtless paid heed to the Liberation radio's directions about how to celebrate the festival: "Organize collective entertainment-including bayoneting the effigies of Americans, Thieu and Ky." But despite their own announcement of a seven-day truce (the U.S. and South Viet Nam agreed...
There's another boy the Crimson will have to watch. In the last seconds of the Princeton loss, senior Howie Dale popped up a short jump shot; it missed the mark and Yale lost, but Dale was far from a goat. His 13 points and tough rebounding had kept the Bulldogs in the game...
Much of what happens is strictly not for laughs. Beclch clouts a small boy to death in the anguished presence of the child's mother. She decapitates a young goat, and gnaws on the animal's entrails with her lips dripping blood. All this is meant to confound, amaze, and dismay, to dramatize the central dictum of Antonin Artaud, the French pioneer of this type of theater who said: "Everything that acts is a cruelty...
...almost haunting fact that one metal glob or set of blinking lights will somehow tug at the imagination, while another will not. That Savarin coffee can full of paint brushes, which is in the Museum of Modern Art at the moment, is a visual bore. But Rauschenberg's goat with a tire around it is somehow amusing. Kienholz's latest exhibit, an abortionist's chair, complete with curette, bloody rags and fetus, has some horrid documentary interest, even if it need not be confused with El Greco's best work. Tony Smith's huge constructions...