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Fogarty's weekend is a thwarted odyssey in introspection, a three day jaunt over the scenario of his past. Nothing is resolved but the motions of so doing are executed as rigorously as Fogarty's basic randomness permits. After the requisite one night stand (the lady's a widow, aging and fat; the seduction is crummy lousy and cheap; and the whole situation is regretably funny) Fogarty drops in on his old Brooklyn baunts the baseball diamond, the local church--the confessional--the bar, and to an. He eventually takes his son to Coney Island and makes a mess...
...Crimson sacking of the quarterback set up Duvachelle's second scoring jaunt of the afternoon. Taking a handoff on the 19, he broke off left tackle and stormed through the Jumbo secondary, to streak 81 yards for the Crimson's second score. The touchdown and ensuing conversion lengthened Harvard's lead...
...clowns dressed in baggy checked pants and vests and red fright wigs lure the bull out and get him jumping. Bonner holds on to the rope knot as if his gloves were glued to it, but his ass is thrown off the bull's hump as soon as his jaunt begins. It's going to be a rough few moments...
Clearly something fascinating was going on-probably focusing on Viet Nam-even if the various journeys were not specifically connected. The White House insisted that Kissinger's latest jaunt was merely a follow-up to the Peking summit and would deal with "the normalization of relations" between China and the U.S. But White House Press Secretary Ronald Ziegler added tantalizingly that the discussions would not deal with "routine matters," and high Administration officials said privately that there was definitely a link between Porter's return to Paris and Kissinger's return to Peking. Another Nixon emissary, globetrotting...
...should the reader of this book. Only Amis' talent as a storyteller and stylist keeps Girl, 20 from settling into the pettiest smugness. But then, an Amis novel has always been like a naughty jaunt on a thinly iced pond. Too much moral or critical weight concentrated in any one place means breaking through to the shallows beneath the surface...