Word: limericking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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THERE ARE some funny stretches in A Boy And His Dog, usually when Vic and Blood are trading insults or jokes. In the midst of the opening credits, Blood delivers a hilarious off-color limerick about a man named Lodge and the back seat of a Dodge. At one point in the film, Blood, who is tutoring Vic in American history, asks him to recite the list of American presidents, from Truman on. "Eisenhower, Truman," Vic starts and corrects himself, "Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, (pause), Nixon, Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy...." Otherwise, much of the humor is badly paced...
...Ireland, an army helicopter hovered over ruined castles and abandoned farms in the desolate landscape north of Limerick, searching for signs of a kidnap hideout. The hostage was Tiede Herrema, 54, Dutch manager of a foreign-owned steel plant who had been abducted near Monaleen, four miles from Limerick, apparently by Irish Republican Army extremists. The kidnapers demanded the release of three notorious I.R.A. terrorists, including Bridget Rose Dugdale, 34, the militant heiress and Ph.D. in economics who is serving a nine-year sentence in Limerick prison for hijacking a helicopter and for stealing $20 million worth of paintings from...
...unlikely prophet to his people. Born in New York City to a Spanish musician father and an Irish immigrant mother, De Valera was sent to his grandmother's in County Limerick at the age of two, when his father died. He taught mathematics after graduating from Ireland's Royal University but soon turned to politics. In 1913, the gawky, bespectacled De Valera signed on with the pro-Republican Irish Volunteers, quickly rising to battalion commandant. Three years later, De Valera deployed some 50 men around their battle station for the Easter Rising against the British: a bakery dominating...
...Tzara becomes as conventionally middle-class as a character in The Importance of Being Earnest, Lenin himself is only moved by the decadent art of Chekhov and Beethoven. Joyce, perhaps, offers another angle on the problem, but one not explored much by Stoppard, who leaves Joyce as a tweedy, limerick-spouting stage-Irishman and stock anti-social artist. Stoppard should have spent less time trying to be clever in the first act and moving in the second, and produced the kind of appealing characters, sharp dialogue and thought-provoking positions on life and art that we know he is capable...
OKAY, YOU CAN READ a second-rate five-line limerick like this to find out about Wall St. law practice, or you can read a second-rate 254-page novel by Louis Auchincloss and be taken for the total, unabridged, ride. But you end up in much the same place. On the last page in Auchincloss's novel, the latest in a seemingly inexhaustible stream of books about New York society, the final sentence reads "He was going to have as much fun with his crazy new law firm as Annabel [his wife] had even had in bed with...