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...small khaki tent that shakes and rocks from the 18-wheelers roaring past on the interstate below, Mike MacKay, 30, cooks instant soup on his hot plate, clears his table on top of a portable toilet and defiantly mutters a solemn vow. "I'm set to do this for two or three years," he says. "My wife and I are determined to get a house." Pitted in a bizarre promotional contest to win an $18,000 mobile home, donated by Love Homes, a Pennsylvania firm, MacKay and two other men have been camping for the past 18 weeks...
...MacKay and his wife Linda alone submitted 47,000 entries. A drawing was held, and the three finalists were picked. All are residents of the Allentown area: MacKay, a house parent at a home for disturbed children; Ron Kistler 25, an unemployed baker; and Dalton Young, 23, an unemployed veteran. They settled onto the platform on Sept. 20. Sponsors gave each one a tent, radio, sleeping bag, portable toilet, telephone and an electronic game. Although they have their own heaters, under the rules they cannot have TVs, alcohol or, with occasional brief exceptions, visitors. Their families hoist up food...
...locale is Hazelhurst, Miss., and the time is "five years after Hurricane Camille," Playwright Henley's little hint that this clan is disaster-prone. Lenny MaGrath (Lizbeth Mackay), the eldest sister, is facing her 30th birthday with "a shrunken ovary" and no gentlemen callers in sight. She is plain of face, finicky in manner and gnawed by self-doubt. She had a heartfelt romance once but skittered away from it in fear and put her emotions in a deep freeze. The kind of event that nails her hysterically to her sun-drenched kitchen wall and illustrates Henley...
...lucky to hold ace cards in her casting hand. Mackay, Hurt and Dillon seem to have been born under the same roof, sharing a past, a present and a future...
SHOCK FOLLOWS SHOCK: Lydia follows "Mechanical Flattery" with "Gloomy Sunday," an organ-laden bit of doom straight out of Nico's Desertshore. Pat Irwin distinguishes herself on oboe by floating chromatic leads over the top, more than similar in style to Roxy Music's Andy Mackay. Lunch whispers her way through the materials, setting up gothic imagery much better than one might have imagined. In fact, the complete song is quite effective, not unlike reading one's first Roald Dahl story. The true thrust of the album is found in this crosscurrent of styles. Lydia Lunch definitely draws on these...