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...losers, since Paramount gets control over domestic distribution of the comet movie Deep Impact, another joint venture to be produced--but not directed--by Spielberg. Meanwhile, the DreamWorkers should work on developing Spielberg's psychic abilities. Maybe they could have skipped all that trouble over the sitcom Ink and held off the splashy announcement about their dream studio at Playa Vista, where ground has yet to be broken...
...little industrial-strength over-writing never hurt a thriller about mean streets in the big city, and first novelist Thomas Kelly knows when to break out the purple ink in Payback (Knopf; 273 pages; $23). "Billy peered over the edge of the roof," Kelly writes. "Far below, the life of the city surged through the streets like the blood of a great snarling beast, unimpeded by his concerns. He was just one more fool in its hard history who'd gotten in over his head." Good magenta stuff, requiring only a little Hammond-organ ominoso to sound like the musings...
Reader comment No.3: "I don't like reading The Crimson because the ink comes off on my fingers." The Reader Representative often has the same problem. But it is a newspaper--get over it. Or else, may I suggest The Crimson On-Line...
Suddenly, the forest corner has come alive. An unseen fan whirs on and begins to flip the pages of the book, which actually have letters printed upon them in ferric sulfate. Tea, or tannic acid, drips from the oak leaves and unites with the letters to form ink. According to Reynolds, "The wind is in effect writing itself, because the text is in onomato-poetic sounds of the wind." Thus, the figurative becomes the literal, and the metaphors that spring to mind when one first peers through the bubble windows reach a new and wonderful level...
...just before the start of the New Deal, he went underground for the party. Based in New York City or Baltimore, Maryland, Chambers--code-named "Bob" and later "Karl"--made his furtive way in the world of disappearing ink and microfilm. It was serious enough espionage, although the U.S. authorities were fairly heedless of it at the time. One of Chambers' Soviet accomplices remembered, "If you wore a sign saying, 'I am a spy,' you might still not get arrested...