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...front lines? Obviously Poppa, since in these days of deflated dollars Yanks in Germany can no longer easily afford such amenities as full-time baby sitters. So Richard dutifully quit his job once more. In increasingly liberated America, househusbands are becoming an accepted part of life. But in the macho world of the military, Richard is an unassimilable anomaly: as far as his military neighbors were concerned, he might as well have bartered away Pentagon secrets. Explains Richard: "The husbands won't talk to me, because I do 'womanly' things and they work." And their wives...
...spasmodic myth has it that writing is like prizefighting. Contemporary subscribers to the pugilistic analogy include Norman Mailer, a few markedly inferior knuckle-typers and the odd belligerent who would rather fight than think. If this macho conceit helps anyone get through the night or his work, fine. But the sport that most truly engages American writers was, is and probably will always be baseball. This anthology of 27 pieces of baseball fiction, the first such collection in 30 years, demonstrates the affinity and raises a question: Why have so many authors felt the urge to make up stories about...
James McLure looks like one. His two relatively short works, Pvt. Wars and Lone Star, are ready for instant transfer as a back-to-back double bill to other resident theaters or to off-Broadway. Both works are three-man plays, and the characters are temperamentally similar. One is macho aggressive, one is flailingly dumb, and one is provokingly prissy. McLure writes with his fist, and his characters punch out at adamant walls. Pvt. Wars takes place in a mental ward for brain-bruised war veterans. In a series of blackout scenes, Richard Bowne, Leo Burmester and Daniel Ziskie place...
...grid by Sol LeWitt, or something like Richard Serra's Toll, 1978-79−three walls of a gallery enclosure painted dead, oily black. In the past, some of Serra's sculptures have been memorable, their slabs and rolls of lead or iron imbued with a harshly macho directness. Compared with them, Toll is merely a shrug of indifference. What is such work about? Nothing, except the conventional performance of an artist basking in the routine approval of a museum...
...probably most other educated women, mine. But what of the women who presumably need it the most? How are the invisible and entrapped to find their way out of the dual oppression this country has allowed them to suffer? In bringing light to these types of questions, Black Macho & the Myth of the Superwoman raises a challenge to women and men of both races who recognizes the cumulative repercussions of any kind of oppression, whoever the oppressed. It is a challenge which no thinking person can allow to go unanswered...