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This kind of time is mythic, biblical, fairy tale time. In a mysterious way it preserves instead of oppressing; the men of Leaf Storm and No One Writes to the Colonel--not a Buendia among them--are all slaves of a destructive sort of time. The remnants of Aureliano's revolutionary army are tricked into waiting paralyzed for a promised pension that never arrives. The whole town waits for death--the individual or collective crisis that might give them a sense of direction, something to fight against--and when death comes it comes as an anticlimax. The "leaf storm...
...short stories that originally appeared in magazines and academic reviews over the last decade. In these books, Garcia is working in a small world between epics--en route from One Hundred Years of Solitude to his next book, The Fall of the Patriarch. But the stories that make up Leaf Storm and No One Writes to the Colonel shouldn't be mistaken for out-takes or early sketches for either of the larger books. They explore some of the paths that Garcia couldn't follow up in One Hundred Years of Solitude. That book was self-contained: Garcia chronicled Macondo...
...FIRST SIGN of something different going on at the Museum of Fine Arts hits you when you walk in the door. At the top of the grand staircase, blocking out the gold leaf, the Sargent murals and the classical columns, looms a 15-foot, glaring, carved wooden Thunderbird...
...Alexander Leaf, Jackson Professor of Clinical Medicine, pioneered the core curriculum and warned in September that with a return to departmental teaching, "Medical School will become four years stuffed full of didactic exercises...
...they were now likely to fetch. But given the relentless publicity about art prices and auction triumphs-even when one knows how rigged, distorted and manipulated the actual events and statistics have been-it requires the discipline of an anchorite to do that today. Thus it is hard to leaf through the pages of magazines like Réalties or Connaissance des Arts without experiencing a touch of nausea: this is what it has come down to, a ragout of flattering consumer objects floating in a buttery sauce of vicarious chic-Mercedes-Benzes and Daum crystal, Porthault linen and Andy...