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After a few moments and to the chuckles of some faculty members, Mooney stood and shook out his coat jacket for the offending phone...
...same day that 76,000 people were laid off. I did not feel alone. I liked my job. It was within walking distance of my apartment." Her mother gave her the nearly 20-year-old RV that houses Peggy and her dog Fluffy. Wearing tennis shoes and a leather jacket, Peggy says she misses her apartment but enjoys still being in the neighborhood. "I sweep the sidewalk and pick up the trash," she says. "There is a real sense of community here." (See more about the homeless...
Though this ridiculously out-of-place whodunit detracts from the success of the work as a whole, it does not do quite the damage that Tim does to his suit jacket. Ferris sustains his novel with lyrical sentences and piercing images—a wife and daughter squinting in the dark to spot a man lost in his own body, a ripped suit and a grown man on his knees, and expensive copper pots sparkling in the light, unused. In “The Unnamed,” Ferris begins to depart from the theatrical and outlandish antics...
December, Kabul. A cold fog drifted over the airfield. Gates was dressed in a brown bomber jacket, khakis and boots, ready to fly to Kandahar to visit the Stryker brigade that has been devastated by unrelenting Taliban IED attacks. Since their deployment in July, more than 30 soldiers from that brigade have been killed by roadside bombs. Gates had a message for them: "We're in this thing to win." Obama had said nothing of victory during his speech to the West Point cadets. "You can't tell soldiers to fight for a draw," says one of Gates' staff aides...
Perhaps attempting to compensate aesthetically, Alfred A. Knopf has pulled out all the stops in the book’s physical presentation. Possessing a pleasingly minimalist jacket featuring white letters dissolving into black, “Laura” reproduces on each page of its heavy gray cardstock one of the 125 lined index cards on which Nabokov penciled his story. And each card is perforated along the edges for the ultra-aficionado—who, having exhausted the author’s other collections, can pop out the notes to feverishly arrange and rearrange elements of the plot just...