Word: hairs
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Just standing there in front of the microphone, Garrison Keillor has standing. Boy, does he. He is a big, weedy fellow, 6 ft. 4 in. tall, with horn-rims and a big shock of dark brown hair, snazzy in black tie and tails, red socks and galluses, and black sneakers with white stripes. When he is feeling rueful and self-mocking, which is fairly often because he is a shy man, he calls himself "America's tallest radio humorist." This, the listener is meant to understand, is the kind of hick distinction that small-town Midwesterners cherish, and Keillor...
...Chelmno, "thanks God for what remains, and that he can forget." But Lanzmann will not let him forget; he even questions the man's fixed smile. Finally, Podchlebnik surrenders to the director's ghoulishness and quietly sobs. Abraham Bomba was once a barber at Treblinka, charged with cutting the hair of women and children in the gas chambers immediately before their execution. Today he cuts hair in Israel, and in a bizarre "photo op," Lanzmann asks Bomba to display his Holocaust tonsorial technique on the customer who now sits in his barber chair. Later, overwhelmed by the memory...
...reminded me of a course in criminal psychology that I took in 1922, for which Lombroso's work L'Homme Criminel was a textbook. One day the professor read to us from the book certain characteristics by which born criminals could be identified, some of which were "profusion of hair on the head, sparsity of hair on the face, and lean jaws constantly in motion," whereupon one of the students called out, "You have just described my wife!" Frank Jost Newson Edmonton, Alta...
...fascinated by her people. Not judging, just watching in an amiable way, she gives us Sybill, prim, quivering with repression, afraid that the hypnotist is a fake, terrified that he is not. She shows us another daughter, a hairdresser named Candy, happily and efficiently shampooing her dead mother's hair, and working in a little White Mink to dull out the yellow. She hears clearly the grouchy yap of Teenager Sean, driven loony by parent effectiveness: "I mean you come home from school really pissed about something . . . and they say something like, 'Gee, son, you're very angry!' and then...
...irrelevance of an architect's blueprint after the house is built. Dashiell Hammett created Sam Spade. Humphrey Bogart became Sam Spade. The idea of a character becomes imprisoned in the body of the incarnator, and even the creator cannot liberate the prisoner. The character has acquired features and hair and costume. But something valuable, the subjective suggestiveness that hangs around the edges of words and comes alive only in the reader's imagination, may have died of specificity. Abruptly, the embodied character takes on the limitations of individual flesh...