Word: inland
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Every sailboat man dreams at some time of cruising across the Pacific, running for days under warm breezes, dropping anchor for weeks at islands with names like Raratonga. Citybound mariners mostly learn to content themselves with a few weeks' cruising on inland waters or slashing around the markers in cutthroat weekend races. But young John Lipscomb, 18, and his father James, a writer and first-rate cinematographer (Blue Water, White Death), realized the total dream. James Lipscomb was able to sell the idea of a film about such a voyage. As a result, Son John became skipper...
...sediment cores found just above the bedrock, the geologists deduced that 150 to 200 million years ago, the Falkland plateau was dry land in a climate similar to that of the Mediterranean today. That evidence fitted in with earlier suggestions by other geologists that there had once been an inland sea in Gondwanaland similar to the Mediterranean and bounded by what are now South America, Africa and Antarctica. Then, as the continents began to separate, the area round the ancient sea gradually sank, reached its present depth about 80 million years ago, and remained hidden until the spring voyage...
...Attorney General and then as Governor of California, Warren wrote a record with only one indelible blot on it: his stand on the treatment accorded Japanese Americans in the hysterical months after Pearl Harbor. He became one of the most urgent advocates of evacuating all of them to inland "relocation" (i.e., concentration) camps. But, always the learner, Warren outgrew this extremist taint, and after the war's end proposed one of the nation's first fair-employment acts, "to break down artificial barriers that give rise to demonstrations of racial prejudice...
GIMMICKRY and sentimentality are not enough. A good book of poetry should be both well-written and philosophical, expressing a cohesion of experience. Flying Inland, by Kathleen Spivack, is neither. Spivack's poetry lacks a unifying voice. Each poem remains a solitary, cricket-like rasp, grating in the reader's ear. Nothing justifies printing poor writing in any case, and nothing justifies placing these poems in a collection...
...lobotomy. But the collection as a whole has no particular coherence, no central voice or theme which roots it all together. The poems remain solitary and unwieldy. Spivack's awkward effort ultimately fails due to a lack of cohesive, unifying philosophy. This book tries to fly inland to the "highways" of the mind. Unfortunately, it does all that and more--and succeeds beautifully at winging rapidly downhill...