Word: hypochondriac
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...could easily be mistaken for someone ten years older than he is. In person, Silverman is affable but tentative. He does not shake hands but thrusts forth his fingers instead, as if afraid that the full package might not be returned. At CBS he was known as a hypochondriac who would run off about once a week for an EKG at Roosevelt Hospital. "He just doesn't have the capacity to relax," says a former CBS colleague. Just being around him "can make you break out in little beads of perspiration," adds the otherwise cool ABC vice president Ed Vane...
...aged, this misanthropic Kipling-hardly at his best in writing about people-gave up complex characters for stock types, and then stock types for animals, ghosts and pure demonic forces. Thus the stereotype of the bluff chap with the pipe and the dog was replaced by a hypochondriac brooding upon visions of cancer and insanity, obsessed with ultimate darkness...
Then one day Martin, a hypochondriac, confirmed his worst suspicions. He had cancer. It was pronounced incurable. At first the Caines went their charming, moderately gilded social ways. "Aren't we classy?" they giggled to each other as if they were starring in a movie. When Hollywood did make the movie, Lynn liked to say to her shocked friends, she would absolutely refuse to let Barbra Streisand play her part. In short, Lynn Caine would probably have been the last person to read the book she has now written about the death of her husband and her own survival...
...narrator's calm assumption that these hideosities, and others, are quite normal. Emma's eleven-year-old son has changed, for no clear reason, from a bright little boy into a neurotic homunculus. Her husband, slyly cast as a successful publishing exec, is an insane hypochondriac and grunting lecher. Worst of all, her cheerful, friendly black maid, who quit some time ago to start a catering business, is hired to run one of Emma's dinner parties and turns up utterly transmogrified into a hostile militant...
Beethoven: Piano Sonatas, Op. 31, Nos. 1, 2 ("Tempest") and 3 (Glenn Gould; Columbia; $5.98). Hindemith: Piano Sonatas Nos. 1, 2 and 3 (Glenn Gould; Columbia; $5.98). It is now a decade since the happy hypochondriac of music abandoned the recital stage to devote his life to producing radio documentaries in his native Canada, staying warm (he still wears sweaters and mufflers on the balmiest days) and, fortunately for the rest of the world, continuing to make some of the finest, most original and pleasantly outrageous recordings...