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Word: grief (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cannot recoup in sex what she has lost in love. While Rigg delivers all of Ruth's crisp-edged lines with hilarious asperity the feminine vulnerability of the role eludes her until she hears that Milne ha been machine-gunned to death. Then she rages in grief, waving a newspaper and asking what page in it was worth that price...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Scoop | 11/27/1978 | See Source »

...looking natty and nerve-worn, is exactly right as the fissured Hermann, a chocolate manufacturer whose business has turned bitter. Explaining how he inherited the family business, he says, "My mother's dowry was her weight in gold coins. They proved to be chocolate. My father died of grief, my mother of diabetes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Doubled Up | 11/6/1978 | See Source »

...Even her passion has poise," Schwamm writes of Natalie. The same may be said of Schwamm's minor-key prose, remarkably suited to evoking those "moments of clear, bright, sufficient joy" that elevate life and redeem grief...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Reviving the Story-Telling Art | 10/30/1978 | See Source »

Jerome Charyn exerts energies that could make a turbine envious. At 41 he has published his twelfth novel, an adrenal tour of Manhattan, Dublin and parts unknown. The title character is a grief-racked, unshaven drifter who caroms around in search of trouble. The quest is professional: Isaac Sidel is first deputy police commissioner, a plainclothesman eaten by dreams and ravaged by a tape worm fastened to his entrails...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Reviving the Story-Telling Art | 10/30/1978 | See Source »

...stood behind Father Mulcahy and concentrated on the way his pink skull showed through his white hair... I stood near my father's grave, my black heels cutting holes in the grass. I kissed and was kissed; I answered people's expressions of grief with coos and cluckings, animal noises, which seemed at the time the only appropriate response. They had buried my father; I would never see him again. That I continued to breathe air surprised me. Walking past the statues of St. Michael and St. Gabriel, the archangels, I felt light...

Author: By Giselle Falkenberg, | Title: Twentieth Century Sin | 10/23/1978 | See Source »

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