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...largest-ever mandate. But the euphoria hasn't lasted. Abdullah has been criticized for everything from restarting several of Mahathir's extravagant megaprojects to rolling back press freedoms that he himself had granted. At the same time, his stolid image as a compromise candidate has come back to haunt him. "His performance is disappointing, unexciting," says Kuala Lumpur-based economist Din Merican. "He can't grasp details, and he does not understand the future...
...busing. After McGovern won the nomination, the Teamsters, longshoremen and construction-workers unions refused to back him. Something similar happened in 1988, when white working-class Democrats couldn't stomach Dukakis' opposition to the death penalty. In both years, the primaries exposed bitter ideological divisions that came back to haunt the party in November. In 1972 Democrat Henry (Scoop) Jackson, in his bid for blue-collar primary votes, called McGovern the candidate of "amnesty, acid and abortion"--a line that Richard Nixon borrowed to devastating effect. In 1988 it was a young Al Gore who first brought up Dukakis' furlough...
...Amaker wisely calls a timeout. Shades of last night's game against Cornell are starting to haunt this reporter. Out of the pause, Columbia draws another foul (17th of the night). Housman with the one and one opportunity. He makes both, obviously. Harvard 46, Columbia...
...changes that the last half of our century has seen, his work is still as relevant and readable today as it was on its release 31 years ago. Applicable to a modern readership, it has not been bogged down by historical particulars. And yet the ghosts of Auschwitz do haunt the novella through the obsession of Martens’ colleague with a torture instrument named the “Boger swing.” The inventor of this device, William Boger, was, in fact, an infamous Auschwitz guard known for instances of sadism. Like a secret mentioned in the first...
...takes life from it. Kennedy writes like a smoother T.C. Boyle, her Britishisms landing softer on the ear than the American slang Boyle bandies about. She has his wit, his lyrical vision, and his ability to slice keenly with language, to be precise and poignant. But her sentences haunt and linger longer than her American counterpart, particularly when she fearlessly confronts Day’s disillusion: “Alfred supposed bits of dream would always work out through him now—the way that tiny shrapnel splinters would sometimes break up through his skin, finally leave...