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...book, The Hunter and the Ebony Tree, was published earlier this year. Tennis champion Chris Evert calls it “a truly satisfying read,” and venerated CBS anchor Walter Cronkite calls it “lovely,” according to praise on the book jacket. LaTeef is happiest, however, with the praise of her five-year-old nephew: “He says it’s his favorite...
...Jesse Helms against former Clinton chief of staff Erskine Bowles. After her stump speech about religion, the troops, jobs and schools, and an hour of meet-and-greet, I ask Dole, 66, why she isn't sweating. She hunches up her shoulders and motions for me to reachinside her jacket. "Feel the back of my neck," she offers. "I'm drenched." I take her word...
...school's once easy going principal. Duke, 52, is an administrator who spends her weekends painting the library walls and her nights poring over special-education paperwork, who patiently fields an early-morning parent phone call about the weather, saying, "It's nice out, but she might need a jacket." Before the take-over, says Perry, "She was a total softy. Not anymore." Whereas last year Duke often accepted excuses fortardiness or fighting, now she quickly doles out suspensions to troublemakers in the school's upper grades. The toughened-up principal sees herself as enforcer of Victory's policies, demanding...
...people are not particularly wise about assessing probability. His work, he has said, was inspired by such curiosities as finding that when polled, subjects said they would travel 20 minutes to save $5 on a $15 calculator but not spend the same time to save $5 on a $125 jacket. Kahneman won the prize, according to the committee, for "having integrated insights from psychological research into economic science." Upon learning that he had won, Kahneman locked himself out of his house, proving again that rational thought and economics don't always go hand in hand...
...supermarket drudge in a Scottish seaside town who wakes up one Christmas morning to find her boyfriend dead beneath the Christmas tree, among the presents he wrapped for her before slitting his wrists. She opens the presents, smokes a lot and cries a little, pulls on her new leather jacket and leaves to meet her best friend Lanna for a night of drink, drugs and sex with strangers. On her return, Morvern discovers on her computer screen her lover's final gift, a novel he'd completed before killing himself, along with the farewell message, "I wrote...