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...dozens of books, Michael Moorcock, 45, is a British writing machine who seems never to have been slowed by a rejection slip. He is aligned with the writers of science fiction's so-called new wave, who have tried to merge futurism into the mainstream of modern literature. The Laughter of Carthage is a formidable example, a work in which science and technology are subordinated to narrative techniques not usually found in popular fiction. The style is better appreciated when the novel is considered as a continuation of Moorcock's Byzantium Endures (1982), a work of similar grand design that...
...Pallenberg, Moorcock's dubious hero was born on the first day of 1900 to a laundress and a "radical" father who stayed around just long enough to have his son circumcised. The mark of Abraham is Pyat's secret shame and key to a mordant joke underlying The Laughter of Carthage. There is enough internal evidence (allusions and outbursts of Yiddish) to conclude that Pyatnitski's gene pool is thoroughly integrated. Rabid anti-Semitism is his way of denying the past and advancing his career as scientist and gentleman. There is also ample indication of a thin line between deceit...
...another day . . . Every day I do my best for one more day." But his strength as a performer, if not as a presence, seems sapped. The music in each line of dialogue has become a jingle, a sentiment not so much spoken as marketed; then comes a pause for laughter or applause or just mute admiration. In the show's wonderfully discreet mating ritual, Shall We Dance?, his new Anna (Mary Beth Peil) looks nearly to be carrying Brynner around the stage. They are working gamely to erase (or is it only to evoke?) the memory of some beloved ghosts...
...parents, frequently taking their hands or touching them," Halstead recalls. He even watched her give the Reagans' new Bouvier puppy, Lucky, a bath. "I ended up on the floor," Halstead says, "with a wet dog sitting on my chest and licking my face, and Mrs. Reagan breaking up with laughter...
President Bok starts to laugh at the growing list of open-ended questions, until the hearty laughter dominates the conversation...