Word: meant
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Nixon was meant to be bloodless, to be cold, to inspire no feelings except gnawing anxiety and perhaps grudging respect at his sheer resiliency. As soon as the crowds forget who he was and what he did--as soon as they forget the dike bombing and the "secret war" and the wiretappings and the dirty tricks--as soon as they remember only the "New Nixon," humble and repentent, brushing back the bitter tears to offer his countrymen some sage advice--then the man will have won his biggest prize...
...battle to save Grand Central began when New York City named the terminal a landmark in 1967. This meant that its owner, the nearly bankrupt Penn Central Transportation Co., could not make any changes on the building's exterior without permission from the city's landmarks-preservation commission. Five months later Penn Central leased the airspace above the terminal to a British corporation that wanted to erect an office building on the site. Penn Central submitted to the landmarks commission two plans by Marcel Breuer. One envisioned a 55-story concrete skyscraper floating incongruously above the terminal...
...oldest material for art and an emphatically primitive, even primal substance." (The first sculpture of a man, as every reader of Genesis knows, was made from clay when God modeled Adam.) Clay is earth, and Frank's figures of sprawling nudes and entwined lovers, tenderly dislocated, are clearly meant to be seen as emanations of the earth, concretions of place and appetite. On occasion her liking for the organic goes too far. She has a habit of incrusting the skin of the figures with artsy-craftsy fern patterns and other vegetable decor, to their detriment. But her references...
...eighth novel, is thus a variation on a theme that the author has played many times before, and not a whitless enjoyable for that. Among his many accomplishments, Singer is a master at showing how familiarity can breed contentment. Here again is Warsaw when hailing a cab meant finding a horse-drawn droshky; here are the smells and sounds of Krochmalna Street, the intrigue and gossip at the Writers' Club, the dark, snowy vistas on the Vistula...
Singer's dialogue is a reminder that once conversation meant more than banter on a TV talk show, that ideas were once as tangible and as nourishing as potatoes. That time is ended, and the people Singer celebrates were wiped out or dispersed. Yet they live. Several times Aaron toys with the notion that time is a book in which the dead exist on pages sim ply not legible to the living. Singer's books reverse this concept: they are time, lovingly preserved and animated by laughter and wisdom...