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...chocolate market--have shifted focus from mass-market bars to upscale gourmet in order to shore up profit margins. That's bitter news for some: to cut costs, Hershey's recently replaced cocoa butter with vegetable oil in several products, which is why the labels on Mr. Goodbar, Milk Duds and Krackel now have to say things like "chocolatey" instead of "milk chocolate." But even as the king of American candy cheapens its low-end stuff, Hershey's--which saw its quarterly profit double recently--is diving into choco-luxe. Cran-blueberry almond, anyone...
...right. Recent months have also brought three books by conservative social critics, notably Wendy Shalit, arguing that no, professional pursuit and sexual gallivanting aren't good for women at all. In fact, such endeavors leave women flummoxed, dissatisfied and dead--if not in a literal Looking for Mr. Goodbar sense, then at least in a metaphoric...
Diane Keaton was stepping out of Annie Hall fame into a more risque role in Looking for Mr. Goodbar: "She [says] she is insecure about her looks...[But] a listener can endure only a certain amount of this nonsense without contracting an enormous crush on Keaton. She marches sturdily into her sentences, pinafore starched and party shoes shining, then imagines that she hears a growl, stops uncertainly, scolds herself for being silly, collects herself and moves forward, uttering exhortations, and finally collapses, out of breath, on the far side of a not especially fearsome thought. She does not seem dithery...
...characters' lives and provide the reader with at least a glimpse of the motives behind the deviant behavior. Those interested in a fictional handling of this cultural schizophrenia would do better to turn back to an earlier work, Judith Rossner's sensitive, albeit sensational, Looking for Mr. Goodbar--or else wait for a treatment more skilled than Theroux...
...novel, Judith Rossner (Looking for Mr. Goodbar) returns to a favorite theme: the frantic search for emotional connection. The New York City landscape of August is littered with suicides, failed marriages, estranged children and an assortment of ambivalent sexual identities. The one successful relationship is built between two women: Dawn Henley, 18 at the outset, an orphaned college student, and Dr. Lulu Shinefeld, her fortyish psychoanalyst. In classic Freudian fashion, the patient seeks a surrogate parent. The analyst, a divorcee and failed mother, comes to view her patient as a surrogate daughter. Each woman uses the analytic relationship to relive...