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...tumultuous childhood in China, finally escaping to the U.S., where she wrote a best-selling memoir. Novels like Wild Ginger are celebrated for their gripping historical accounts, but one suspects their success in the West is due in larger part to the authors' own sensational life stories. The book-jacket bios themselves play at the American immigrant fantasy: an attractive woman warrior babe escapes tyrannical regime, washes up in the New World and ends up making lots of little Uncle Sams...
...Cradle: Remaking the Way We Make Things (North Point Press; 208 pages). The environmentalist mantra of reduce, reuse and recycle is based on the singularly flawed idea, according to the authors, that all things must pass into waste. Even if you turn that pop bottle into a fleece jacket?by applying brute force and chemical processing?that seemingly useful incarnation is just an additional step between raw material and landfill. "If humans are truly going to prosper, we will have to learn to imitate nature's highly effective cradle-to-cradle system of nutrient flow and metabolism, in which...
...former President Bush set into the entryway floor, a 10-ft. photo of Saddam looms high over Bush's head. Inside are 22 more images: Saddam smoking a cigar in Iraqi national dress; Saddam in Jordanian headdress, in Palestinian kaffiyeh, in Saudi robes, in a crested aristocrat's jacket with the Dome of the Rock floating overhead. Never before when I've been here has Saddam been so omnipresent...
...watched Stith slip on her weathered biking gloves, lower the tinted visor of her helmet into place and then close the heavy zipper of her black leather jacket, its metal studs gleaming in the sunlight, my highly developed journalist’s eye told me that this was no run-of-the-mill Harvard woman...
...contest for macho supremacy, I knew I could not hold par with this Amazonian motorcycle high priestess. For God’s sake, Stith was donning a real motorcycle jacket, whose tough black leather had been worn rugged by a thousand rides, whereas the clubby leather jacket I was sporting had barely a crease to show for its one-time trek halfway across the world from some Sri Lankan factory to my dorm room closet...