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...effects of strip mining are not confined to the hidden valleys of Appalachia. The flatter the land over coal deposits, the more easily surface miners can deploy their fantastic King Kong technology. Some new power shovels can scoop up 200 tons in a single bite, then take another gulp a minute later. Even with such ravenous machines working round the clock, all 52 motors screaming, the coal will not run out for centuries. Only 4.5 billion of the nation's 108 billion tons of strippable coal have been touched...
...choice and dedication, James Jones is a peculiarly American American novelist. His method is oldfashioned, gulp-and-sob realism. His characters-most frequently, of late, the American newly rich who took the cash and let the culture go-are presented pretty much in their own words. The result often brings to mind Nancy Mitford's unkind remark that citizens of the U.S. speak English as if wrestling with a foreign tongue. That confronts the thoughtful pro-Jones reader with a dilemma. If Jones takes these clichés seriously, can he be any smarter than the people he writes...
Divorced. Robert Gulp, 40, star of TV's I Spy, also the grotesquely hip Bob in Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice; by France Nuyen, 31, Eurasian screen and Broadway actress (South Pacific, The World of Suzie Wong); after two years of marriage, no children; in Los Angeles...
...generations of the same family often live in South Milwaukee's modest but well-kept one-and two-story homes. The town has only one bowling alley and a single movie theater (recent features: Blow-Up and Count Yorga, Vampire). In the 52 barrooms, where patrons like to gulp their 35? shots of whisky straight or with a 15? beer chaser, business is slow. Television has ended the historic role of the saloon as the workingman's club. Social life now revolves around the color tube at home...
THEY hate to see him leave a party -not that it happens very often. "Take one with you, Jim!" someone shouts, and the big man rises and knocks one back in one gulp. "I just did," he says, and leaves his admirers gaping. James Dickey is everyone's notion of a poet: part Proteus, part Puck. People marvel at how much liquor he can hold, but he wonders why he can't drink as much as Hart Crane. Others are awestruck that he writes poems, criticism and fiction. He frets that he cannot paint...