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...Viet Nam experience unique for those who fought it? History would have to go on a manically inventive jag to top Viet Nam for wild, lethal ironies and stage effects-"a black looneytune," Writer Michael Herr called it in his Viet Nam masterpiece Dispatches, Indochina became the demented intersection of a bizarrely inventive killer technology (all of those "daisy cutters" and carpet-laying B-52s and mad swarms of choppers and infra-red nightscopes) with a tunnel-digging peasantry in rubber-tire sandals: the amazing, night-dwelling Victor Charlie...
...British companies, possibly for the Soviets. Usher had known and much disliked the conglomerator in his days as an economic attache to the British embassy in Washington (A Capitol Offense). He had also known and much liked Fletcher's wacky, lovely wife Gloria, who died driving her Jag too fast. In fairly short order, given his necessity to invoke Goethe, Swinburne, Auden, the Old Testament, Shakespeare, Conrad, Dostoyevsky, The Barber of Seville, Beethoven, Berenson, Vasari and other fonts of circumstantial wisdom, Usher stumbles into a morass of rot in Mass. As friends keep telling him, "Things...
...overt in their attack, or backtrack. Don't push. It's hard for hostile people to lose face. Let them get put from under their attack." The behavior of exploders-sudden yelling, cursing or crying-requires no action at all. Simply let the tirade or crying jag spin itself out and end in a guilty apology. If that fails, Bramson recommends a distancing line: "This is a very serious matter, but we can't handle it this way." The final line of defense is to leave the room, saying you will return in five minutes...
Taken in Marriage is a garrulous, extended crying jag of a play. The characters engage in whiny monologues and duelogues that exhume the bleached skeletons of their embittered relationships...
...flagged down my first car. I had never hitchhiked before, but this was easy. The middle-aged occupant had once had a multimillion dollar turquoise business, but he'd lost it all through some bad breaks, including his back and left leg, and had traded in his 1976 Jag for a 1960 Rambler. He took me to a gas station in Gallup, where two Mexicans in a pickup truck let me ride in the back and either watch New Mexico fade away backwards, or, if I turned around, to watch the driver's t-shirt, which contained the local folk...