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...four disks spans a period in Springsteen's recording life: but while the first three albums cover the years 1973-1987, the final 11 years of Springsteen's recording history are condensed onto a single album--mostly containing songs recorded in or before 1992--which is encased in a jacket whose cover shows, in blue-tint monochrome, a rearview mirror and the roadside behind...

Author: By Joshua Perry, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Bruce Springsteen Superstar | 12/4/1998 | See Source »

...singers left Newbury Comics at about 7:30p.m. As he stepped into the tour bus, Method Manwaved to the throng behind a police line onDunster Street, then threw his jacket into theirmidst...

Author: By Alan E. Wirzbicki, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Method Man Wows Thousands at Garage | 12/4/1998 | See Source »

...dust jacket bears an amazingly striking picture of author T.C. Boyle: rebellish earrings, a shock of red hair, a devilish goatee and those piercing green eyes. A compilation of his previous four collections of short stories (Descent of Man, Greasy Lake, If the River Was Whiskey and Without a Hero) plus a smattering of new stories, Stories holds in one volume the complete spectrum of Boyle's writing. The satiric and the strange, the touching and the tender, the stories always have one trait in common: Boyle's characteristically piercing view of humanity...

Author: By Jimmy Zha, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: T.C. Boyle's Omnibus of Oddities | 12/4/1998 | See Source »

...finally landed that prestigious job interview. Your flight is tomorrow, but you still need to figure out which hotel you are staying in and whether to pack your rain jacket or not. Problem is, that seven-page Core paper you also need to finish is still in its conceptual stages...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Jeeves: Your Cyberspace Butler | 11/24/1998 | See Source »

Winter was coming. I could feel it in my bones as I left The Crimson. With no hat and only a fall jacket, I was feeling a little out of sorts as I cursed the Massachusetts weather and tried to keep my walk along Mass. Ave. as brisk as the biting wind. I detoured through the Yard with my head down and my mouth muttering. Near the Yard's exit, I was cut off by a group of French-speaking tourists. I tried to make my way through the crowd without so much as lifting my head. One boy, however...

Author: By William P. Bohlen, | Title: Failing to Represent | 11/23/1998 | See Source »

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