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David Bowie: Let's Dance (EMI America). Smooth and elegant, like the edge of a new knife, this sharp, soulful album marked Bowie's return to top form...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: THE BEST OF 1983: Music | 1/2/1984 | See Source »

...past the searchlights and highly sophisticated alarm system that guard the building. Once inside, the intruders overpowered seven security men, handcuffing five of them together. The other two were less fortunate: the gunmen pistol-whipped one; they slashed through the other's shirt, tickled his stomach with a knife and then poured gasoline over his body. One false move, he was warned, and he would be set afire. Finally, one of the prisoners managed to wriggle free of his handcuffs and set off an alarm. But the masked men had fled two hours earlier, taking with them an estimated...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Britain: Golden Grab | 12/5/1983 | See Source »

...While before we had only one category for assaults, for example, we now have four firearm, knife, other dangerous weapon, and hands, fists, and feet," Morse explained...

Author: By Robert M. Neer, | Title: New Harvard Police Computer To Analyze Weekly Crime Data | 11/2/1983 | See Source »

...romance; here it is stygian monochrome. To the Motorcycle Boy, colorblind and partly deaf from too many fights, the world is "black and white with the sound turned low," and what he sees is what we get. Dark clouds hurtle across the sky; diagonal strips of shadow fall like knife scars on every face; steam rises from the streets and rolls off the most innocuous front porch. Clocks, with or without hands, are everywhere, reminding the Motorcycle Boy of his mortality; and the sound track has the ominous rhythm of a heartbeat, a time bomb...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Time Bomb | 10/24/1983 | See Source »

...dreadful eruption from an unknown world made her frantic; she squealed and bucked and the air was full of sweat and noise and blood and terror. Roger ran around the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. The spear moved forward inch by inch, and the terrified squealing became a high-pitched scream. Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Prize as Good as Golding | 10/17/1983 | See Source »

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