Word: instantism
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...windshield, she could be this year's Angelina Jolie knockoff. On the downside is her habit of ignoring Nick or, if she notices the guy, humiliating him. ("Can we go straight to laughing about this?" he asks after one abashing incident. That's his cure for a broken heart: instant irony.) Tris is pretty catty to Norah as well. That's why Norah sidles up to Nick, at random, asks him to be her boyfriend for five minutes and gives him a kiss it'll be hard to shake...
...begin with, MySpace Music is free, and users get instant access to a vast library of songs. The site has inked deals to upload the catalogs of the four major labels: EMI, Sony BMG, Universal Music Group and Warner Music Group. Throw in songs from the 5 million artists who already have pages on the site, and MySpace has a pretty good starter...
...footnote) meta-epic of tennis, drug addiction, art, terrorism and loneliness set in a future when each year is known by the name of its corporate sponsor (e.g., the Year of the Trial-Size Dove Bar). Infinite Jest was the quintessence of 1990s literary maximalism, and it became instant required reading. Enough with those '80s party-boy writers! Here was a novelist with the industrial-strength intellectual chops to theorize even our resolutely anti-intellectual age. Wallace became a reluctant literary pinup, with his stubbly outsize chin and his shoulder-length hair. He was America's No. 1 literary seed...
...veep candidate's early political life. Despite its often-flowery language, the book is a treasure trove for those hungry for more data on a public figure about whom little is known in the lower 48. No one will be able to close it without marveling at Palin's instant ascent to international fame. Keep in mind that it's only been a dozen years since she won her first election, becoming Wasilla's mayor by a vote of 651 to 440. A little more is now at stake...
...usual business of revealing little but threatening plenty; and Ehle, her head shaved as a cancer patient, deftly underplays her function of providing the poignant feminine touch. But by the the movie's climax, which discards the standard sibling shootout for bare-knuckles barroom machismo, and throws in the instant insanity of a secondary character that nearly stokes a race riot, Pride and Glory has waived all rights to a dispassionate verdict. It's glum and goofy enough make to We Own the Night, the requisite serioso cop drama from last year's festival circuit, seem a masterpiece by comparison...