Word: gothic
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...book Witness, a now forgotten 800-page confession and jeremiad, was overly melodramatic and Doom-of-the-Westy in tone. Yet his 100-page chapter, "The Story of a Middle-Class Family," is among the finest and most frightening of American autobiographies--Sophocles visiting Theodore Dreiser, with gothic touches, told in Chambers' incomparable prose style. "Dysfunctional" does not quite describe the Chambers family of Lynbrook, Long Island--the weird, derisive, mostly vanishing father, who was bisexual; the mad grandmother wandering the house at night with a knife; the mother who slept with an ax under the bed; the alcoholism...
...process. It is a revealing, but by no means complete, portrait. Gorey comes across as knowledgeable, eccentric and straightforward, and there is a clear relationship between much of what he says and his work. On common misperceptions of his stories: "People think of me as much more macabre and Gothic than I really am. And the macabre and Gothic don't really interest me very much any more...
...that Halloween deadline approaches, consider your options carefully. You could go to a Gothic second-rate school in a town whose name itself--New Haven--is a cruel joke. Or you could go here. You could sacrifice any claim to fame and fortune. Or you could go here. It's an easy choice, really. As Dean Fitzsimmons will append to the bottom of your early acceptance letter, Hope you'll join...
...Derbyshire, England, in 1809. Its inhabitants include her precocious daughter, Thomasina (Gretchen Cleevely), who is busily deducing the physics of heat without the use of mathematics and to the astonishment of her dashing tutor, Septimus (Conner Trinneer), a craggy landscaper who wishes to redesign Arcadia in a more gothic style, including a hermitage and a rented hermit, and Ezra Chater (Stephen Temperley), a second-rate poet. Oh, and Lord Byron also wanders about the premises, though, sadly, off-stage...
...that's what this election is all about." He must have used the word work two dozen times in his short speech, which concluded with, "Tomorrow we greet the dawn and begin our work anew"--as if six long months of a nation's listening to Bob Dole's gothic baritone and Clinton's pleading lilt had been a sideshow that ended in one brief act of citizenship. Now the President and the people could return to the course they had agreed upon. Is this what the election was all about...