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...have no sympathy for the television networks that are unable to gain access in the Falklands [May 17]. Television reporters gave up all sense of impartiality with their coverage of the Viet Nam War. Let there be no "livingroom war" for the Falklands...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Jun. 7, 1982 | 6/7/1982 | See Source »

...began to sprout. A poem, a play, a novel, a memoir might recall what most citizens wished to forget. Some could not. Viet Nam veterans grew older, had children and, as if by some compulsion to pass on their stories, began to talk. In the spring of 1981 the "livingroom war" shows signs of becoming the tape-recorder...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Tape-Recorder War | 4/20/1981 | See Source »

...created by a photographer, the pictures in Elsa's Housebook are surprisingly small and often less revealing of Dorfman and her subjects than the prose that surrounds and often threatens to overwhelm them. Nearly all of the pictures were taken within the last two years in the kitchen or livingroom of Dorfman's modest duplex near Mather House, where she is a photography tutor...

Author: By Susan Cooke, | Title: Subtle Intrusions, Reluctantly Portrayed | 3/4/1975 | See Source »

...ridiculousness and negates this world's power to produce migraines, ulcers and hysteria. Contact with a true eccentric is essential to maintaining one's sanity. The few eccentrics I've known have rescued me from the brink of self-destruction. Eccentrics hang drying pumpkin and apple slices from their livingroom ceilings. They know the words to "God Save the Czar." They are experts on the Hapsburgs. They wear Wallabees. And, if they happened to have been extremely rich and Bostonian in the 1890s, they built Venetian palaces...

Author: By Kathy Garrett, | Title: Mrs. Jack's Place | 4/18/1974 | See Source »

Last Saturday I went to lunch at Mrs. Emmett's for the first time this year. She kissed me at the door, admired my sheepskin coat as she took it into her bedroom, and led me into the livingroom of her small apartment overlooking the corner of Concord and Garden Streets. (One of the first things she did after moving in was personally to inspect the statue of the soldier built in the triangle between those two streets--if she was going to be looking at him every day, she wanted to know who he was.) She had made...

Author: By Wendy Lesser, | Title: Lunch with Mrs. Emmett | 11/4/1972 | See Source »

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