Word: krafft
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...dwarfs, giants, hermaphrodites, Siamese twins, mutants, the monstrously fat, the grotesquely thin, dog-faced boys and zoophagous geeks. But the richly illustrated work is in fact a combination sideshow, meditation on human nature and medical textbook of the sort that librarians once kept locked away with scandalous volumes like Krafft-Ebing's Psychopathia Sexualis...
VOLCANO by Maurice and Katia Krafft. Introduction by Eugene Ionesco. 174 pages. Abrams. $35. Authors Maurice and Katia Krafft have spent most of their lives peering into craters reeking of sulfur smoke, standing on the edges of steaming fissures and dodging red rivers of molten lava. Now they celebrate those exotic outlets for earth's potent forces in the most beautiful-and frightening-book on volcanoes ever assembled. Here, for example, is the black cone of Surtsey rising from the sea off Iceland in 1963, the Indonesian volcano Batur shooting lava bombs skyward in 1971, Italy's Stromboli...
Hibben sacks his seamy past for a clue to her identity, or any inkling of how she got into his apartment and his life. His exwife, his son, his parents, even his psychiatrist-all appear to Hibben in his delirium, prodding him inexorably toward the unpleasant Krafft-Ebing revelation concealed behind that coy yellow band. In the denouement there are traces both of Psycho and the Roger Ackroyd device: Are you sure you should trust the narrator? But Ellin conceals his key surprise in a phonetic note written by a distracted Mexican housemaid: Noscool sonic comic loc. Work that...
...wonder. Host Bill Ballance and his 400,000 daily listeners regularly get an earful of erotica that would have titillated Freud and Krafft-Ebing. One woman confessed that she let her husband think that he was hypnotizing her during the sexual act. Another said that she solved her daughter's marital problems by going to bed with her son-in-law. "That's a melter, Vicki," cooed Ballance. "I think that's neat." Not quite neat enough, however. Next day the daughter called in enraged. "Oh-oh," Ballance said. "And did your dad hear...
...autonomy, many women found that marriage bonds that chafed could be snapped more easily than before. Meanwhile, Freud had become a household god, and the composition of the new trinity was the id, the ego and the superego. Armchair analysts lolled under many latitudinarian banners-Jung, Adler, Reich, Stekel, Krafft-Ebing, Sacher-Masoch and even the Marquis de Sade. What all of this generated was an unprecedented inquiry into the nature and needs of women as sexual beings...